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 San Marino and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Neon Judgement to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
H. Thieme,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pretty Things,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
The Sound,
Half Japanese,
Kas Product,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
Television,
Rites of Spring,
Gong,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scientists,
Inner City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mantronix,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ponytail,
the Germs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.