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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Red Krayola to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minnie Riperton,
Gichy Dan,
Q and Not U,
UT,
Average White Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
Jerry's Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
Scientists,
Interpol,
Monolake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive,
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
Soft Machine,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.