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 Beijing.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Archie Shepp,
The Wake,
Lou Christie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
Moby Grape,
Graham Central Station,
The Moleskins,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
Aloha Tigers,
Accadde A,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
John Holt,
The Dirtbombs,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.