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 Poland and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Danielle Patucci to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barclay James Harvest,
Technova,
Juan Atkins,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers,
In Retrospect,
Mo-Dettes,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure,
Boredoms,
Banda Bassotti,
Unrelated Segments,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
Michelle Simonal,
Moss Icon,
Jerry's Kids,
Jawbox,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
Royal Trux,
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.