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 Romania and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 10cc to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Fear,
the Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Circle Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Standells,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gladiators,
Radiohead,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
Absolute Body Control,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monolake,
The Divine Comedy,
Cal Tjader,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
Los Fastidios,
Vladislav Delay,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
UT,
Thompson Twins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agent Orange,
OOIOO,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
Ossler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Fatback Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.