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 Montenegro and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Glenn Branca 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas,
The Mummies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Basic Channel,
Cameo,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Wings,
The Pop Group,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
Flipper,
AZ,
Parry Music,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faust,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fugazi,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bizarre Inc.,
KRS-One,
Depeche Mode,
Gang of Four,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
Aloha Tigers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gun Club,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.