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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Can,
Dennis Brown,
The Durutti Column,
The Evens,
Warren Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harmonia,
Shoche,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
The Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monolake,
Ituana,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.