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 Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
X-102,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
the Normal,
The Martian,
cv313,
The Raincoats,
The Smiths,
Flipper,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
Qualms,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
Spandau Ballet,
10cc,
Negative Approach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
Faraquet,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
Crash Course in Science,
Moebius,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cure,
The Zeros,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
Peter & Gordon,
Magma,
Swans,
Archie Shepp,
The Trojans,
Iggy Pop,
Porter Ricks,
The Fall,
John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.