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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
T. Rex,
The Walker Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Barrington Levy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
Main Source,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
Japan,
Hashim,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Joensuu 1685,
Morten Harket,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
Second Layer,
John Foxx,
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cameo,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.