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 Kosovo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Black Flag to the grunge 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Starr,
Warsaw,
Qualms,
UT,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Don Cherry,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
One Last Wish,
Wings,
Infiniti,
Agent Orange,
Boredoms,
Loose Ends,
Little Man,
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zero Boys,
Q65,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.