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 Moldova and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siglo XX to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Grass Roots,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick,
Saccharine Trust,
Terry Callier,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Görl,
the Bar-Kays,
Prince Buster,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Buckinghams,
Masters at Work,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
The Blackbyrds,
Babytalk,
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Mo-Dettes,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Joe Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Pylon,
Skriet,
Anthony Braxton,
Technova,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
CMW,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.