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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Animal Collective to the rock 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
Alphaville,
Janne Schatter,
The Toasters,
Accadde A,
DNA,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Interpol,
Johnny Clarke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lyres,
Althea and Donna,
Funkadelic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
Davy DMX,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joensuu 1685,
Brick,
Kaleidoscope,
The Five Americans,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
MC5,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Womack,
Arcadia,
Ice-T,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.