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 Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
James White and The Blacks,
The Victims,
Toni Rubio,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crash Course in Science,
The Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dawn Penn,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
Nas,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blackbyrds,
Sparks,
AZ,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Finger,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
Niagra,
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
Suicide,
Procol Harum,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.