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 Ghana and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jawbox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
Albert Ayler,
Desert Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Buzzcocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
Tubeway Army,
Danielle Patucci,
Eden Ahbez,
Niagra,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
Q65,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter and Kerry,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
cv313,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.