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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 a-ha to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
MC5,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
Model 500,
Crispy Ambulance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
Animal Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
Q65,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Porter Ricks,
ABBA,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Circle Jerks,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
Anthony Braxton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
Negative Approach,
The Leaves,
Black Bananas,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.