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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Sneak,
John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
Quadrant,
Bluetip,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
48th St. Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Carl Craig,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
Quantec,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
Erasure,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
The Music Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Josef K,
Minny Pops,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
Patti Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
The Durutti Column,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Pantytec,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Happenings,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
The Move,
the Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
X-101,
The Slackers,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.