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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Excepter to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers 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?
Mantronix,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flipper,
June of 44,
The Blues Magoos,
Deadbeat,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley,
Unwound,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lungfish,
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camouflage,
Bill Near,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
The Doors,
Ponytail,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
Lyres,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
Adolescents,
Jeff Lynne,
The Walker Brothers,
the Germs,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.