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 Albania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rock 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker,
Magazine,
U.S. Maple,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
Dawn Penn,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronan,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
8 Eyed Spy,
JFA,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Bauhaus,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mission of Burma,
Iggy Pop,
Panda Bear,
Radio Birdman,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Groovy Waters,
Rakim,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
Main Source,
Jandek,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.