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 Poland and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell 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 Wake,
The Cowsills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Wire,
The American Breed,
Basic Channel,
Japan,
Youth Brigade,
Siglo XX,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
The Fall,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
Skarface,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Duran Duran,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis,
Fear,
JFA,
Average White Band,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
X-Ray Spex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
Alphaville,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.