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 Ethiopia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 MDC to the dance 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flipper,
Brick,
Hashim,
Cecil Taylor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dennis Brown,
Supertramp,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Leaves,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
Basic Channel,
The Mummies,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
Warren Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erasure,
Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
Scientists,
Pylon,
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
Oneida,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
The Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faraquet,
Pole,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.