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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Offenders,
Jandek,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alice Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Motions,
Duran Duran,
Howard Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
Pole,
Skaos,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
Iggy Pop,
Panda Bear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echospace,
The Slits,
Lou Reed,
F. McDonald,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
Talk Talk,
Arcadia,
The Gladiators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.