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 the UAE and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Grass Roots to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson,
AZ,
Ultravox,
The Five Americans,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Pylon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
Shuggie Otis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Hood,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
DNA,
Bush Tetras,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
Second Layer,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
Erasure,
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hashim,
The Slackers,
Steve Hackett,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shoche,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
Wings,
cv313,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warsaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Fluxion,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
Little Man,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.