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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 The Evens to the grime 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Sparks,
Skaos,
The Evens,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
X-101,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
The Trojans,
The Remains,
Shoche,
The Gories,
Deadbeat,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Parry Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
Black Flag,
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.