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 Nicaragua and from New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Martian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
Glenn Branca,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Almond,
The Human League,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monks,
David McCallum,
F. McDonald,
Robert Wyatt,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
Ludus,
Television Personalities,
One Last Wish,
Fluxion,
Albert Ayler,
Theoretical Girls,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q65,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Lyres,
The Cramps,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
Reagan Youth,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.