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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 The Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins 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?
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
Alphaville,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
Audionom,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Severed Heads,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
Donald Byrd,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Morten Harket,
Gang Green,
The Wake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
The Sound,
Siglo XX,
DNA,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Knickerbockers,
Delta 5,
Pole,
Harmonia,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
Minutemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
Scion,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.