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 Grenada and from New York.
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 Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Clear Light to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
The American Breed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
Yazoo,
Das Ding,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
Model 500,
the Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
The Leaves,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pussy Galore,
Gong,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scientists,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sound Behaviour,
Loose Ends,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
Glenn Branca,
Silicon Teens,
Slick Rick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eden Ahbez,
John Foxx,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dirtbombs,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.