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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Iggy Pop to the rap 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
Saccharine Trust,
Audionom,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
The Happenings,
Nico,
Suburban Knight,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxette,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
The Smoke,
Reagan Youth,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Alison Limerick,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grey Daturas,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
Letta Mbulu,
kango's stein massive,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
Wings,
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.