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 Peru and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Circle Jerks to the jazz 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Severed Heads,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
Motorama,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alphaville,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Move,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
Bluetip,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
Bang On A Can,
Brand Nubian,
Maurizio,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.