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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare to the techno 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings 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 Move,
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
Sandy B,
The Doors,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
PIL,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
The Mummies,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
Gichy Dan,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
Index,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
Charles Mingus,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
Malaria!,
Ponytail,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Offenders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
Sarah Menescal,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
Unwound,
Ornette Coleman,
Danielle Patucci,
T.S.O.L.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.