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 China and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 The Fall to the dance 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
The Modern Lovers,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
Fear,
Dark Day,
Jacques Brel,
La Düsseldorf,
Massinfluence,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barrington Levy,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
Jawbox,
Main Source,
The Cramps,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
One Last Wish,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
Don Cherry,
Ice-T,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
cv313,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Sound Behaviour,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crime,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
Procol Harum,
The Count Five,
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
ABC,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.