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 Nigeria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Kaleidoscope to the funk 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
The Raincoats,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dead C,
Pere Ubu,
The Golliwogs,
Joyce Sims,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
Angry Samoans,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
Model 500,
Visage,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pylon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
The Associates,
Slave,
Roxette,
The Evens,
Siglo XX,
Masters at Work,
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.