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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Minny Pops to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magma,
Yellowson,
Stetsasonic,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Kurtis Blow,
Yazoo,
The United States of America,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
AZ,
JFA,
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
CMW,
Quadrant,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The New Christs,
Nico,
The Standells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.