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 Rwanda and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Pole to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Offenders,
Sonic Youth,
Qualms,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anakelly,
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sister Nancy,
Supertramp,
cv313,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
Brothers Johnson,
Camberwell Now,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
Second Layer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears,
Slave,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
The Tremeloes,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
Alton Ellis,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.