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 Yemen and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Inner City to the electroclash 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Malaria!,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-Ray Spex,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
Michelle Simonal,
Motorama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
Janne Schatter,
Pantaleimon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Young Marble Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
Nils Olav,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slick Rick,
The J.B.'s,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
the Germs,
In Retrospect,
Ituana,
Gabor Szabo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mo-Dettes,
Dark Day,
Panda Bear,
K-Klass,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.