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 Comoros and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 John Foxx to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
Ronnie Foster,
MC5,
Radio Birdman,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rekid,
The Young Rascals,
Ken Boothe,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
The Litter,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
Main Source,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Görl,
Sugar Minott,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Schoolly D,
Maleditus Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cheater Slicks,
DNA,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.