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 Venezuela and from Halifax.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eli Mardock to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül,
Roger Hodgson,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Scan 7,
DNA,
Y Pants,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
Laurel Aitken,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light,
Bauhaus,
Lee Hazlewood,
a-ha,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
Pulsallama,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
the Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
Rosa Yemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.