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 San Marino and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Avey Tare,
H. Thieme,
Chrome,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quando Quango,
Josef K,
Steve Hackett,
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
the Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
Sam Rivers,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
Buzzcocks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q65,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Interpol,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Circle Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skarface,
Magma,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Crash Course in Science,
Minor Threat,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.