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 Colombia and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sight & Sound to the grunge 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Newcleus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
Smog,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
Au Pairs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
Wings,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip,
Pussy Galore,
Gang of Four,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Foxx,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Green,
Roxy Music,
Das Ding,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mission of Burma,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Don Cherry,
Q65,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
Anakelly,
Hoover,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
Chrome,
The Slits,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.