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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 The Blues Magoos to the grunge 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Flag,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
JFA,
Henry Cow,
Easy Going,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
F. McDonald,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
Deepchord,
The Standells,
Jacob Miller,
Japan,
The Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.