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 Spain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Beau Brummels to the dance 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gong,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
Gang Starr,
Marmalade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
Arthur Verocai,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Skarface,
Roxette,
cv313,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joey Negro,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
R.M.O.,
PIL,
Crime,
Rufus Thomas,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.