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 Taiwan and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 The Slackers 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Roxy Music,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
Blancmange,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
Pere Ubu,
The Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fad Gadget,
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick May,
Agitation Free,
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
Thompson Twins,
Easy Going,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
Guru Guru,
Crime,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
The Index,
Main Source,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
Motorama,
Joensuu 1685,
Arthur Verocai,
The Black Dice,
Loose Ends,
Chris & Cosey,
Los Fastidios,
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
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Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
Subhumans,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.