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 Greece and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Lower 48 to the punk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Mad Mike,
Black Sheep,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The United States of America,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
La Düsseldorf,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
Interpol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Altered Images,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
Depeche Mode,
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
Brass Construction,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
Soft Cell,
Franke,
Tres Demented,
Crooked Eye,
Urselle,
The Remains,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan,
Scientists,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stiv Bators,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
The Victims,
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.