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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minor Threat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Searchers,
Guru Guru,
The Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
Dawn Penn,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
Erasure,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flash Fearless,
Swell Maps,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quantec,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
Glenn Branca,
Hoover,
Schoolly D,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
Altered Images,
The Move,
The Litter,
Rekid,
Deadbeat,
10cc,
Dave Gahan,
Black Sheep,
Chris & Cosey,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Motorama,
DNA,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
Inner City,
Excepter,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.