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 Libya and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Alphaville to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Seeds,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Khruangbin,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Albert Ayler,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
Audionom,
Scratch Acid,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
Niagra,
Erasure,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Toasters,
Minny Pops,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
Pantytec,
Franke,
AZ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fugazi,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Sun Ra,
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.