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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Desert Stars to the rap 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
John Holt,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
Anthony Braxton,
Scion,
48th St. Collective,
Suburban Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
MDC,
Fatback Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
Circle Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Cheater Slicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Whodini,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dave Gahan,
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Kenny Larkin,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
Technova,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
Sparks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.