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 Congo and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 The Slackers to the punk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
ABBA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
Television,
Eric Copeland,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
Shuggie Otis,
Au Pairs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
Anthony Braxton,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L.,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slave,
Barbara Tucker,
The Birthday Party,
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
Second Layer,
H. Thieme,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
Deepchord,
The Count Five,
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.