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 Argentina and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Bill Near to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Remains,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
The Move,
Malaria!,
Smog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
Television,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
Magma,
Mandrill,
Ultra Naté,
John Lydon,
the Slits,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Swans,
China Crisis,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Schoolly D,
Ultravox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
Deakin,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
Half Japanese,
Black Flag,
Livin' Joy,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
X-102,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.