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 Malta 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Eve St. Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sparks,
MDC,
Make Up,
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
Arab on Radar,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
Parry Music,
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
The Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
The Happenings,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arthur Verocai,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
Anakelly,
Can,
Swell Maps,
Yaz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bluetip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
Bronski Beat,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
The Gladiators,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deakin,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.