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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jawbox to the techno 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Basic Channel,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABBA,
La Düsseldorf,
Banda Bassotti,
Davy DMX,
The Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
Ossler,
48th St. Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
Parry Music,
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
Neu!,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mo-Dettes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
Gichy Dan,
KRS-One,
Infiniti,
Derrick May,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
The Associates,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.