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 Dominica and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lightning Bolt to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
The Motions,
Saccharine Trust,
Scrapy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
Supertramp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
the Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Chris & Cosey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sight & Sound,
Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant,
Nas,
Michelle Simonal,
The Vogues,
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
Delta 5,
Mr. Review,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.