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 Tunisia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minor Threat to the electroclash 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Leaves,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül II,
Carl Craig,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Isaac Hayes,
Warren Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
Neu!,
Basic Channel,
Newcleus,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
Kayak,
Tres Demented,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Zeros,
Subhumans,
The Golliwogs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
KRS-One,
Camberwell Now,
Television Personalities,
Nirvana,
Desert Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express,
the Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Motions,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
Section 25,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.