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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radiohead to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
Negative Approach,
Tommy Roe,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Byron Stingily,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cameo,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Ituana,
The New Christs,
Los Fastidios,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
KRS-One,
The Monks,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
The Vogues,
Robert Hood,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Sheep,
Derrick Morgan,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Halsall,
Idris Muhammad,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.