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 Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
Soul Sonic Force,
China Crisis,
Q65,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons,
Spoonie Gee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
K-Klass,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonic Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxy Music,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
Jawbox,
Silicon Teens,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
Mr. Review,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
Flash Fearless,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
Zapp,
Lyres,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
Suicide,
Pole,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.