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 Chad and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Prunes,
The Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Panda Bear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Man Parrish,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
Quando Quango,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stereo Dub,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nik Kershaw,
Clear Light,
Deadbeat,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
B.T. Express,
Subhumans,
Marine Girls,
the Germs,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.