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 Austria and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Misunderstood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quantec,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
Mad Mike,
The Human League,
Moebius,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
Buzzcocks,
The Remains,
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liliput,
Sun City Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Thompson Twins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.