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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Dead Boys to the rap 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
Talk Talk,
Massinfluence,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Order,
Sixth Finger,
Technova,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agitation Free,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Angels of Light,
Cameo,
Althea and Donna,
Cal Tjader,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Görl,
Toni Rubio,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Smog,
Das Ding,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Harmonia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mr. Review,
Moebius,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.