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 Chile and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Glenn Branca to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Kinks,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
Idris Muhammad,
Groovy Waters,
The Fall,
Von Mondo,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
the Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.