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 Suriname and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Outsiders,
Ponytail,
Blake Baxter,
Charles Mingus,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
The Fuzztones,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
Supertramp,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
Gang Starr,
Cymande,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.