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 Dominica and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Lightning Bolt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Erasure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
Yaz,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kenny Larkin,
Moby Grape,
The Skatalites,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
Fad Gadget,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
Barclay James Harvest,
F. McDonald,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
Smog,
Loose Ends,
The Red Krayola,
Warren Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nas,
The Wake,
Half Japanese,
Liliput,
Interpol,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Hoover,
June Days,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
Rekid,
Kaleidoscope,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
Reagan Youth,
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.