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 Nicaragua and from London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 New York Dolls to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
The Standells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
Pantytec,
Delta 5,
Hoover,
Fad Gadget,
Monolake,
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
Niagra,
Flipper,
Scion,
the Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Second Layer,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris Corsano,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.