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 Albania and from London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pere Ubu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
ABC,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy,
The Stooges,
Ludus,
Ultravox,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra,
L. Decosne,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
Adolescents,
Patti Smith,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp.,
Talk Talk,
Nas,
Ultra Naté,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
Absolute Body Control,
MDC,
Make Up,
Audionom,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
R.M.O.,
The Mummies,
Freddie Wadling,
Tommy Roe,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang On A Can,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Yaz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fear,
Chrome,
Tres Demented,
Accadde A,
The Fuzztones,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.