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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 48th St. Collective to the disco 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Busters,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anakelly,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jandek,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Archie Shepp,
The Index,
Black Sheep,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tim Buckley,
Gang of Four,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
The Slits,
One Last Wish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
Nas,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
Moss Icon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Searchers,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.