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 Russia and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Buckinghams to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Toasters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Evens,
June Days,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dead Boys,
Oblivians,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
Al Stewart,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
Crime,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
Magazine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
the Germs,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
The Last Poets,
Blossom Toes,
The Mummies,
The Associates,
Eric Dolphy,
Rites of Spring,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
Minny Pops,
Can,
Public Enemy,
Lower 48,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mandrill,
Swans,
Erasure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.