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 Jordan 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Nirvana to the techno 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Bush Tetras,
The Music Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fuzztones,
Dark Day,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red,
Don Cherry,
The Gories,
The Move,
Supertramp,
Flipper,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
Aswad,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
Black Pus,
ABC,
The Martian,
Adolescents,
Jerry's Kids,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Colin Newman,
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Echospace,
Y Pants,
Livin' Joy,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.