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 Estonia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gichy Dan to the funk 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crime,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
Angry Samoans,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mandrill,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
the Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Victims,
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joyce Sims,
Von Mondo,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.