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 Namibia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Thee Headcoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
The Misunderstood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slackers,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare,
Model 500,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
Agitation Free,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Names,
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
Ultravox,
The Blues Magoos,
Au Pairs,
Wire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Index,
Drexciya,
China Crisis,
Bootsy Collins,
John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gong,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
Graham Central Station,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.