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 Colombia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Country Teasers 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Blues Magoos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crash Course in Science,
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Pus,
The Monochrome Set,
The Skatalites,
The Fortunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
Kayak,
E-Dancer,
Mantronix,
The Fugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Second Layer,
Altered Images,
Silicon Teens,
The Move,
Harry Pussy,
Mission of Burma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Underground Resistance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
Bill Wells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
Aloha Tigers,
David McCallum,
Boredoms,
Alice Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
The Divine Comedy,
The Litter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rosa Yemen,
David Axelrod,
Urselle,
Livin' Joy,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.