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 Gabon and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magazine,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal,
Black Flag,
Vainqueur,
Anthony Braxton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
Derrick Morgan,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash,
Section 25,
Mars,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
The Martian,
Tubeway Army,
Godley & Creme,
John Lydon,
Sällskapet,
Minutemen,
Skaos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
Bauhaus,
Liliput,
Livin' Joy,
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
Animal Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Colin Newman,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quando Quango,
Q and Not U,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
Mantronix,
Sister Nancy,
Don Cherry,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.