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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Magma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells,
John Foxx,
Chrome,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
Shuggie Otis,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
Sonic Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
LL Cool J,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas,
Rapeman,
The Dead C,
Index,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Depeche Mode,
FM Einheit,
Q65,
Yazoo,
Desert Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Stetsasonic,
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fear,
Scan 7,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
Tubeway Army,
Excepter,
Scion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.