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 India and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 MC5 to the techno 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
Marvin Gaye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
a-ha,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter & Gordon,
The Durutti Column,
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
Kayak,
New Order,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
Jandek,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Lynne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
UT,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Wake,
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.