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 Estonia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Human League to the disco 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Judy Mowatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New York Dolls,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
Chris Corsano,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lindisfarne,
Donny Hathaway,
the Normal,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
Carl Craig,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
Swans,
Nirvana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
The Toasters,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
Monks,
Amazonics,
The Slackers,
Quantec,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Joensuu 1685,
DNA,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
Neil Young,
Deepchord,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
June of 44,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.