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 Solomon Islands and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
The Mummies,
Slave,
Gang Starr,
L. Decosne,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
Crime,
Ludus,
OOIOO,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Görl,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter,
Anakelly,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
The Victims,
Organ,
Los Fastidios,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cramps,
PIL,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
Todd Terry,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.