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 France and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Barry Ungar to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
The Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Iggy Pop,
Au Pairs,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris Corsano,
Q65,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faust,
Audionom,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABC,
The Fortunes,
The American Breed,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
Buzzcocks,
Warsaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris & Cosey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.