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 France and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Happenings to the techno 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
New Order,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deadbeat,
Loose Ends,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ponytail,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Smog,
Desert Stars,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mad Mike,
The Techniques,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerri Chandler,
Cecil Taylor,
Drexciya,
ABC,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.