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 Spokane.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-Ray Spex to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
Khruangbin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chrome,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Main Source,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
Qualms,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
X-102,
Nils Olav,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
Slave,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Danielle Patucci,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
Hardrive,
Interpol,
Blancmange,
Arcadia,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.