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 Italy and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fugazi to the techno 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
The Residents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sam Rivers,
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gladiators,
Suburban Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Charles Mingus,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
David Bowie,
Von Mondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Shoche,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
Depeche Mode,
Sly & The Family Stone,
R.M.O.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.