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 Djibouti and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Iggy Pop to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faust,
The Raincoats,
Eric Copeland,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Scratch Acid,
The Standells,
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey,
Marvin Gaye,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monks,
the Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
New Age Steppers,
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxette,
Barrington Levy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
Subhumans,
John Lydon,
World's Most,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.