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 Cambodia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Chris & Cosey to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
The Moody Blues,
Bad Manners,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
Nirvana,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Terry Callier,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
Buzzcocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
The Trojans,
Das Ding,
David McCallum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.