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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Stooges to the crunk 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Association,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
Bobby Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mojo Men,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New York Dolls,
Thompson Twins,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
T. Rex,
Yaz,
Khruangbin,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
Babytalk,
Lyres,
The Litter,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
The Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.