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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Boy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Rosa Yemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
Lakeside,
Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Animal Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Procol Harum,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mo-Dettes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Absolute Body Control,
Radio Birdman,
Ponytail,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
Unwound,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gun Club,
Organ,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
LL Cool J,
Gang Gang Dance,
Niagra,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.