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 Belgium and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bluetip,
Rekid,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boz Scaggs,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bauhaus,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
the Sonics,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
CMW,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neu!,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
The Offenders,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dead C,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
One Last Wish,
These Immortal Souls,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zapp,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.