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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grime 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Audionom,
the Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
Rakim,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
MC5,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
The Velvet Underground,
cv313,
Avey Tare,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chrome,
Swans,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
The Zeros,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
Rapeman,
The Names,
Oblivians,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.