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 Czech Republic and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Popol Vuh to the grunge 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalann,
Matthew Bourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
World's Most,
DJ Sneak,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
The Move,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
Essential Logic,
The Slackers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
Sandy B,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tears for Fears,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.