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 Tuvalu and from London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minny Pops to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Machine,
Malaria!,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
Mo-Dettes,
UT,
MC5,
Lower 48,
Nirvana,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Saints,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
Adolescents,
The United States of America,
DJ Style,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Music Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers,
Section 25,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
The Real Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agitation Free,
Trumans Water,
Harry Pussy,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Marvin Gaye,
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army,
Grey Daturas,
CMW,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.