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 Qatar and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Pylon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Groovy Waters,
Accadde A,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
DNA,
The American Breed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare,
the Normal,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
Television,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama,
Scrapy,
Gabor Szabo,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
The Fortunes,
Fugazi,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cramps,
Boz Scaggs,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Juan Atkins,
B.T. Express,
Tubeway Army,
Glenn Branca,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.