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 Mongolia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Schoolly D to the grunge 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Joe Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dead C,
Y Pants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Flash Fearless,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
Von Mondo,
Ice-T,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
Malaria!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Sneak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
James White and The Blacks,
Deadbeat,
MC5,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
Shoche,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.