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 Greece and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Human League to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
James White and The Blacks,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quantec,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABC,
UT,
Trumans Water,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
the Normal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.