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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 kango's stein massive to the techno 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Foxx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
the Germs,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Royal Trux,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
The Moody Blues,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
The Young Rascals,
Lindisfarne,
Yazoo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Standells,
The Residents,
Bill Wells,
Magazine,
Deakin,
Derrick May,
Terry Callier,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Smog,
Moss Icon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Connie Case,
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras,
Schoolly D,
Bauhaus,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.