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 Monaco and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
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 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 DNA to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
Eddi Front,
Adolescents,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Neu!,
The Trojans,
Donald Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
H. Thieme,
Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul II Soul,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Wells,
Alison Limerick,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
a-ha,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
Josef K,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
Byron Stingily,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
Joe Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deakin,
Liliput,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.