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 Mauritius and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rock 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
Janne Schatter,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Knickerbockers,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
The J.B.'s,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Copeland,
John Holt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Subhumans,
Carl Craig,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Music Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.