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 Thailand and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Neu! 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed,
ABBA,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
One Last Wish,
10cc,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
Heaven 17,
Television Personalities,
Thompson Twins,
Sister Nancy,
Erykah Badu,
Stiv Bators,
Skaos,
Freddie Wadling,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
John Lydon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eddi Front,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Finger,
The Happenings,
The Walker Brothers,
Organ,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Pantaleimon,
A Certain Ratio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells,
The Motions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Terry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonic Youth,
David McCallum,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.