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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Wally Richardson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
Marmalade,
UT,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Josef K,
Quantec,
The Zeros,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
Vainqueur,
Cluster,
John Holt,
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu,
Alison Limerick,
The Moody Blues,
Ohio Players,
This Heat,
The Remains,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Terry Callier,
Leonard Cohen,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
Janne Schatter,
Cecil Taylor,
Wally Richardson,
Gichy Dan,
The Busters,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
David Bowie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.