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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Glenn Branca to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep,
Crooked Eye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
L. Decosne,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster,
The Vogues,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
Warsaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultravox,
The Techniques,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.