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 Estonia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Inner City,
The Gories,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
Lightning Bolt,
David Axelrod,
Funkadelic,
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slits,
The Names,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Ten City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Popol Vuh,
The Fugs,
Brick,
Toni Rubio,
The Velvet Underground,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
DJ Style,
The Mummies,
The Mojo Men,
World's Most,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sugar Minott,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.