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 Solomon Islands 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sandy B to the rock 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
Malaria!,
Lindisfarne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott Heron,
EPMD,
The Offenders,
Adolescents,
Sight & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
The Fall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Laurel Aitken,
Monks,
OOIOO,
the Germs,
Black Flag,
Fear,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
The Real Kids,
Deepchord,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
Byron Stingily,
KRS-One,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Mr. Review,
Crime,
PIL,
L. Decosne,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
The Music Machine,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
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.