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 Malaysia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the funk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
The Moleskins,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
the Normal,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alison Limerick,
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
Sight & Sound,
Hashim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Icehouse,
The Blues Magoos,
In Retrospect,
The Victims,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
Sound Behaviour,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed,
Ituana,
Ultra Naté,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aural Exciters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
Franke,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Susan Cadogan,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.