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 Yemen and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oneida to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett 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?
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultravox,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Darondo,
Ohio Players,
Terry Callier,
The Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
Drexciya,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
Throbbing Gristle,
The United States of America,
Deadbeat,
Lucky Dragons,
Juan Atkins,
Amazonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
cv313,
The Remains,
K-Klass,
The Birthday Party,
Masters at Work,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
ABC,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Main Source,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
Silicon Teens,
In Retrospect,
Skriet,
Bronski Beat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.