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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
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 Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Terry Callier,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
Roxette,
Nas,
X-101,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
Gil Scott Heron,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
Negative Approach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
Glambeats Corp.,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Offenders,
Harmonia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sällskapet,
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
Ohio Players,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana,
Jawbox,
The Gories,
The Fall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Godley & Creme,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.