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 Mongolia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
John Holt,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Intrusion,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry's Kids,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
Eddi Front,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
This Heat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade,
La Düsseldorf,
Lyres,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terry Callier,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
a-ha,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
Sugar Minott,
Don Cherry,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
Tommy Roe,
Blancmange,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
Prince Buster,
Monolake,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy Collins,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.