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 Jordan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Altered Images to the rap 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fortunes,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
Gong,
The Index,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
The Associates,
Mars,
Morten Harket,
One Last Wish,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
Unrelated Segments,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aaron Thompson,
Barry Ungar,
Lyres,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Sex Pistols,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.