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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Niagra to the grunge 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mummies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer,
Gastr Del Sol,
June Days,
The Star Department,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
the Slits,
Visage,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin,
The Residents,
These Immortal Souls,
Max Romeo,
Scientists,
Lakeside,
Gang of Four,
Oblivians,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
Radiohead,
The Last Poets,
PIL,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
The Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mandrill,
Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
This Heat,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.