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 Ireland 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minutemen,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
Aswad,
The Skatalites,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronan,
Lou Christie,
Brass Construction,
Stiv Bators,
Crime,
Cybotron,
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
Roger Hodgson,
Whodini,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work,
Tubeway Army,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
The Smoke,
Josef K,
Rekid,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Alison Limerick,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.