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 Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Standells to the jazz 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
L. Decosne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
Grauzone,
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magazine,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick May,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxy Music,
Skaos,
Scion,
Gong,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nas,
The Last Poets,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Germs,
Brick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mark Hollis,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.