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 Mexico and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Inner City to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Kaleidoscope,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Busters,
Animal Collective,
Oblivians,
Smog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
Whodini,
Fela Kuti,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
Marvin Gaye,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
Los Fastidios,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms,
Matthew Halsall,
Simply Red,
FM Einheit,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cybotron,
Desert Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
Aloha Tigers,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Interpol,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cymande,
Agitation Free,
Little Man,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.