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 Kuwait and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Near,
Ultra Naté,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Star Department,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Litter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
Magazine,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
The Evens,
Con Funk Shun,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
The Vogues,
Country Teasers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Von Mondo,
Urselle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faraquet,
Brass Construction,
The J.B.'s,
Kool Moe Dee,
World's Most,
Stiv Bators,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
Television Personalities,
Rosa Yemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Arthur Verocai,
Cybotron,
Warsaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.