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 Norway and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
JFA,
Make Up,
The Human League,
Model 500,
Fad Gadget,
Letta Mbulu,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
John Foxx,
Lalann,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
Terry Callier,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
X-101,
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tom Boy,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas,
The Happenings,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Hot Snakes,
Charles Mingus,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Subhumans,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
10cc,
Minny Pops,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.