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 Panama and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ten City,
Patti Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronan,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
Porter Ricks,
kango's stein massive,
Japan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
Index,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
X-Ray Spex,
The Zeros,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aural Exciters,
The Human League,
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective,
Ossler,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
The Invisible,
Lungfish,
Yazoo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
In Retrospect,
Ituana,
Henry Cow,
Negative Approach,
Depeche Mode,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.