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 Milan.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Arcadia to the dance 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Anakelly,
Joe Finger,
The Gories,
Bill Near,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Terry,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wings,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
The Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Kinks,
Marvin Gaye,
B.T. Express,
Massinfluence,
Grey Daturas,
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
Blossom Toes,
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
Technova,
Josef K,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
Surgeon,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Franke,
Section 25,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.