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 Indonesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Inner City to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
Faust,
The Index,
Josef K,
Skriet,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonic Youth,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
The Slackers,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
David McCallum,
John Holt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
Brass Construction,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warsaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
Black Moon,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Toasters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.