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 Armenia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Busters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Soul Sonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
Deadbeat,
Bill Wells,
Ossler,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
Charles Mingus,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon,
Kenny Larkin,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
The Vogues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Laurel Aitken,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
The Martian,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.