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 France and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-102 to the grunge 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
The Smoke,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
Lakeside,
Chris & Cosey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
The Smiths,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
AZ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Selecter,
Rapeman,
D'Angelo,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
Lalann,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Livin' Joy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.