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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Liliput to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
Subhumans,
The Dirtbombs,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Unwound,
the Association,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
The Residents,
Robert Hood,
Newcleus,
Scion,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Copeland,
The Gories,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
Lalo Schifrin,
cv313,
Boz Scaggs,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
Dark Day,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
Graham Central Station,
The Fall,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
DJ Sneak,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.