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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vladislav Delay to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris Corsano,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
Soul Sonic Force,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
Henry Cow,
DJ Sneak,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Duran Duran,
Sound Behaviour,
the Germs,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Young Rascals,
A Certain Ratio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
Slave,
Faraquet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mark Hollis,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
The Gladiators,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Sherman,
Maleditus Sound,
Swans,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
Blossom Toes,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.