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 Greece and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flamin' Groovies to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
John Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Flag,
Grauzone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
Negative Approach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
Audionom,
Mr. Review,
Ice-T,
Michelle Simonal,
K-Klass,
Spandau Ballet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Wells,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
Warsaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Sheep,
Gang Starr,
Minor Threat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scrapy,
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sister Nancy,
The Slackers,
UT,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.