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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 B.T. Express to the punk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fuzztones,
The Toasters,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
The Doors,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
the Germs,
The Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The J.B.'s,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Babytalk,
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
This Heat,
Nils Olav,
Alice Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.