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 Luxembourg 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boredoms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magazine,
Eric Copeland,
The Young Rascals,
David Bowie,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101,
In Retrospect,
Althea and Donna,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aural Exciters,
Skriet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young,
R.M.O.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
Mantronix,
Alton Ellis,
Whodini,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kayak,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Mills,
MDC,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Niagra,
Hardrive,
Oneida,
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
Can,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.