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 India 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bluetip to the grunge 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shoche,
DJ Sneak,
Alison Limerick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
Rufus Thomas,
Vladislav Delay,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
Second Layer,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
Carl Craig,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
Quando Quango,
China Crisis,
Camberwell Now,
Erasure,
Connie Case,
Soft Machine,
Slick Rick,
Altered Images,
Ponytail,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.