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 Brunei and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Smiths to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacob Miller,
Rufus Thomas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
Saccharine Trust,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chrome,
June of 44,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
EPMD,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
The Doors,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joyce Sims,
Peter & Gordon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
The Litter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Danielle Patucci,
Harmonia,
Warren Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
UT,
Radiohead,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Pylon,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.