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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Jawbox to the funk 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
FM Einheit,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Axelrod,
Jacques Brel,
The Litter,
John Foxx,
Dark Day,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Womack,
The Last Poets,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
Circle Jerks,
Crime,
Tommy Roe,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Stetsasonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
Agitation Free,
Cal Tjader,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Rundgren,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Hill,
The Slits,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
Gang of Four,
The Gun Club,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.