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 Namibia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 The Slackers to the crunk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger,
Black Sheep,
The Fortunes,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
Blake Baxter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
H. Thieme,
John Foxx,
The Fuzztones,
Mad Mike,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
The Trojans,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
Blossom Toes,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cure,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
Cheater Slicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.