Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Slave to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
Boredoms,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
Grey Daturas,
The Tremeloes,
Dennis Brown,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
Kerri Chandler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Josef K,
World's Most,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
Archie Shepp,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.