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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Germs to the funk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Style,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
The Move,
Deakin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
Rapeman,
Gabor Szabo,
Franke,
The Seeds,
Pagans,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light,
Smog,
Second Layer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skriet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum,
Minutemen,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fortunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smoke,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
Robert Hood,
Arab on Radar,
Pulsallama,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.