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 Korea North and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Bobby Womack to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
cv313,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
The Index,
Marine Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
AZ,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faraquet,
Alice Coltrane,
Swans,
Infiniti,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
Todd Terry,
Hashim,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
Fear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wire,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
Subhumans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donny Hathaway,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Christie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Fraelich,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
FM Einheit,
Goldenarms,
Interpol,
Peter & Gordon,
Circle Jerks,
Half Japanese,
X-101,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.