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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
Desert Stars,
E-Dancer,
Susan Cadogan,
Sällskapet,
Wings,
Adolescents,
Hot Snakes,
Black Bananas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
Unwound,
the Slits,
The Black Dice,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arab on Radar,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
Bush Tetras,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül II,
Leonard Cohen,
The Victims,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warren Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxette,
Barrington Levy,
UT,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siglo XX,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
Dennis Brown,
Eve St. Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.