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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
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 Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shoche to the grime 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
Dual Sessions,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Sherman,
June of 44,
Camberwell Now,
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
Parry Music,
The Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Techniques,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bob Dylan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Von Mondo,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
Altered Images,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
the Swans,
Interpol,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.