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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Graham Central Station to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls,
X-102,
Piero Umiliani,
Loose Ends,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Victims,
the Swans,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
The Skatalites,
Scan 7,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
The Kinks,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.