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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crooked Eye to the funk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalann,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
Deadbeat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
The Birthday Party,
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
Faraquet,
Surgeon,
Sällskapet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marmalade,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
Scion,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.