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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Interpol to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
AZ,
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
X-102,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
Archie Shepp,
R.M.O.,
Clear Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
The Modern Lovers,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
the Human League,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter,
JFA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.