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 Albania and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Public Enemy to the dance 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Japan,
The Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Connie Case,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sam Rivers,
The Smoke,
Audionom,
ABC,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Fugazi,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
Can,
The Martian,
The Associates,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Wyatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
Q65,
The Kinks,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars,
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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.