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 Portugal and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Durutti Column to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cowsills,
John Holt,
Judy Mowatt,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
Flash Fearless,
Maurizio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars,
JFA,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
ABC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Smog,
Oneida,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
Althea and Donna,
David McCallum,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
Wire,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.