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 Denmark 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 New Christs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
The Busters,
Henry Cow,
Skarface,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Easy Going,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
Simply Red,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Model 500,
The Smoke,
Skaos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
The Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.