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 Chad and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Y Pants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
World's Most,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
Suicide,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
Lungfish,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman,
The Doors,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
Oblivians,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon,
JFA,
Interpol,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
Joe Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Q65,
Pantaleimon,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.