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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Fraelich to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Zeros,
Organ,
Parry Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chrome,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Morten Harket,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
Nas,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
The Buckinghams,
Ronan,
Idris Muhammad,
Terry Callier,
Von Mondo,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
Kaleidoscope,
Jandek,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
The Smiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.