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 Latvia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Traffic Nightmare to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
Black Flag,
The Martian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
The Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shoche,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Guru Guru,
Black Moon,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris & Cosey,
Boredoms,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
Letta Mbulu,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
Slick Rick,
E-Dancer,
The Black Dice,
Tom Boy,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.