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 Iceland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Roxette to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
Maurizio,
The Toasters,
Black Moon,
Icehouse,
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
Minutemen,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
Dave Gahan,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
The Blues Magoos,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
These Immortal Souls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxy Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
Rhythm & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
Alice Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Main Source,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
Can,
Roger Hodgson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.