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 Sweden and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Faust,
David Axelrod,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
Albert Ayler,
The Offenders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
The Modern Lovers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
Thee Headcoats,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siglo XX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
Nas,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mars,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cybotron,
The Doors,
Erykah Badu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brass Construction,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.