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 Japan and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Subhumans to the punk 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 Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sound,
Schoolly D,
Eric Copeland,
Infiniti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
New Order,
Leonard Cohen,
Moss Icon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barrington Levy,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
Pulsallama,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye,
The Barracudas,
Man Parrish,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
The Remains,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Isaac Hayes,
Deakin,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.