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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
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 Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 The Gories to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
Janne Schatter,
Bauhaus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unwound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
Niagra,
Magazine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
Eurythmics,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
Moss Icon,
L. Decosne,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Clear Light,
Depeche Mode,
Fluxion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
Nirvana,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
Bad Manners,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.