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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 JFA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terry Callier,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
Excepter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
Anakelly,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
The Tremeloes,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Rundgren,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
Groovy Waters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alphaville,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
Wire,
Supertramp,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
Darondo,
Wings,
R.M.O.,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.