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 Argentina and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 PIL to the punk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot 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?
Moss Icon,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
Skaos,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pulsallama,
Buzzcocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Davy DMX,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
the Germs,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Oblivians,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
New York Dolls,
James White and The Blacks,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Juan Atkins,
Skarface,
Silicon Teens,
Warsaw,
Tubeway Army,
Piero Umiliani,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
Derrick May,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.