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 Togo and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Names to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
Fear,
Visage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June Days,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Slick Rick,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
Maleditus Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Babytalk,
Porter Ricks,
Icehouse,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
Black Bananas,
Boogie Down Productions,
OOIOO,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Near,
Glambeats Corp.,
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
Ten City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare,
The Moleskins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
Cybotron,
Barry Ungar,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.