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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Panda Bear 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Stooges,
The Kinks,
Television,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama,
H. Thieme,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers,
Eurythmics,
Brass Construction,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
June of 44,
Kerri Chandler,
Little Man,
Cameo,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bluetip,
Wings,
Second Layer,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
KRS-One,
Marine Girls,
Moss Icon,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
Niagra,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.