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 Taiwan and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zeros to the grime 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground,
UT,
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
Lungfish,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Faraquet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Charles Mingus,
Peter and Kerry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Parry Music,
Qualms,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
KRS-One,
DNA,
Cameo,
The American Breed,
Boredoms,
The Knickerbockers,
Skriet,
Infiniti,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
The Cure,
Television Personalities,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
Howard Jones,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.