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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 F. McDonald to the dance 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lee Hazlewood,
Michelle Simonal,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
The Human League,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
DJ Sneak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joy Division,
Technova,
Minny Pops,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Vogues,
Davy DMX,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans,
Howard Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Black Pus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maurizio,
Tommy Roe,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The American Breed,
Bronski Beat,
The Techniques,
Make Up,
The Leaves,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Icehouse,
The Slits,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
Rod Modell,
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.