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 Hungary and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 The Saints to the disco 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Motions,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks,
Eddi Front,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
Circle Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delta 5,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
Minutemen,
Adolescents,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Swans,
Supertramp,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
Gabor Szabo,
The Beau Brummels,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Echospace,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.