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 France and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 La Düsseldorf to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arab on Radar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gong,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
Chrome,
Tres Demented,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
Kerri Chandler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
The Real Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faraquet,
Bobby Sherman,
Darondo,
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
AZ,
The Gun Club,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Techniques,
The Move,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
Outsiders,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Star Department,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.