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 Peru and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Holt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
the Association,
Drexciya,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
The Human League,
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Maurizio,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
The Star Department,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
Grauzone,
The Durutti Column,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boredoms,
the Sonics,
Altered Images,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Zero Boys,
Accadde A,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Music Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cheater Slicks,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.