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 Fiji and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gastr Del Sol to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aswad,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
The Standells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
the Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Marmalade,
10cc,
The Motions,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
The Saints,
Alton Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Khruangbin,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.