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 Iran and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boredoms,
Excepter,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
Faust,
Lindisfarne,
The Real Kids,
Neu!,
Nirvana,
The New Christs,
Fluxion,
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
Aswad,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
Massinfluence,
Swans,
Robert Görl,
Japan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Copeland,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris Corsano,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
The Velvet Underground,
Dennis Brown,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.