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 Cameroon and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Misunderstood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
UT,
Eric Dolphy,
Oblivians,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fuzztones,
Pulsallama,
Isaac Hayes,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donald Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Bowie,
Neu!,
Jeff Mills,
Alison Limerick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
The Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway,
Flash Fearless,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Green,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
The Barracudas,
Don Cherry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo,
KRS-One,
The Remains,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.