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 Somalia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Red Krayola to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Guru Guru,
Quantec,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
The Barracudas,
The Vogues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
Sugar Minott,
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glenn Branca,
Rekid,
Gong,
Faraquet,
Monks,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pierre Henry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Con Funk Shun,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
Yaz,
Franke,
Agitation Free,
Marmalade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.