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 Palau and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swell Maps to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
The Associates,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
Marvin Gaye,
Bob Dylan,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
DNA,
Graham Central Station,
the Germs,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
Arcadia,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
CMW,
Yusef Lateef,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
Shuggie Otis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
Nas,
Model 500,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter and Kerry,
The Kinks,
Black Pus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.