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 Andorra and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Dorothy Ashby to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Minutemen,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
Masters at Work,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Interpol,
The Names,
Ten City,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Mills,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.