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 Italy and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Rites of Spring to the grime 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
cv313,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
The Searchers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
Main Source,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
Warren Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
The Dead C,
JFA,
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
Pylon,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slits,
Smog,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.