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 Sudan and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
Mr. Review,
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arab on Radar,
Quantec,
Juan Atkins,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
Ronnie Foster,
Au Pairs,
Barrington Levy,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
Ossler,
Roxette,
Alison Limerick,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
The Victims,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
Clear Light,
Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.