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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rod Modell to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
Magazine,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
Jandek,
Amon Düül,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lakeside,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Music Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deepchord,
Pulsallama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Womack,
Gerry Rafferty,
Franke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Archie Shepp,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
PIL,
Joensuu 1685,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Average White Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Make Up,
Eve St. Jones,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
Amazonics,
Arthur Verocai,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
Stetsasonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Parrish,
Television,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.