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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Monochrome Set to the funk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
Ten City,
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visage,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
Loose Ends,
The Sonics,
Y Pants,
John Foxx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Khruangbin,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dennis Brown,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
Thee Headcoats,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
Babytalk,
OOIOO,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
Wasted Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
Public Image Ltd.,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
Yazoo,
The Mojo Men,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.