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 Syria and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Offenders to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico 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?
MDC,
Graham Central Station,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sandy B,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
Alison Limerick,
Maleditus Sound,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
Barclay James Harvest,
David McCallum,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
Wire,
AZ,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mo-Dettes,
Cymande,
The Fall,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
X-102,
The Doors,
Erasure,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage,
Chris & Cosey,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.