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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Trumans Water to the jazz 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius,
Country Teasers,
The Motions,
Monolake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
Young Marble Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
The Fuzztones,
Black Flag,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
Ossler,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B,
Kas Product,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
The Gap Band,
The Searchers,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camouflage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick May,
Cymande,
Warsaw,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.