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 Iran and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 funk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
Livin' Joy,
the Normal,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Colin Newman,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
Pulsallama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moody Blues,
Trumans Water,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pretty Things,
Alice Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
Scrapy,
Kayak,
Stereo Dub,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alphaville,
Lakeside,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minnie Riperton,
Section 25,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
EPMD,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
Dark Day,
Quantec,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
Robert Görl,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.