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 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quando Quango to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yusef Lateef,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
The Birthday Party,
MC5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks,
Das Ding,
Wings,
Severed Heads,
Rod Modell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vladislav Delay,
Sparks,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
Ituana,
Mandrill,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scan 7,
The Young Rascals,
Nico,
Brass Construction,
Jacques Brel,
Leonard Cohen,
EPMD,
The Litter,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy Collins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nas,
Organ,
The Divine Comedy,
Bob Dylan,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
Minor Threat,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.