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 Benin and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cramps to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Accadde A,
a-ha,
Icehouse,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
Wings,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
Altered Images,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fall,
Jeff Mills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Massinfluence,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moebius,
Ohio Players,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Mars,
The Smoke,
Fear,
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
China Crisis,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Byron Stingily,
FM Einheit,
Terrestrial Tones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.