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 Switzerland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Holger Czukay 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer,
Easy Going,
Tim Buckley,
U.S. Maple,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
Smog,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
The Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Mo-Dettes,
Franke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
JFA,
F. McDonald,
Rites of Spring,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
Scan 7,
Parry Music,
Clear Light,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kas Product,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
Aloha Tigers,
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.