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 Gabon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ornette Coleman to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Model 500,
Adolescents,
The Beau Brummels,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
Goldenarms,
Maurizio,
Brand Nubian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
Main Source,
Brick,
Gang Green,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cluster,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
Fear,
Boredoms,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.