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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Minor Threat to the punk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Quantec,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
Sun City Girls,
Model 500,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Music Machine,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crime,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
Roxette,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
Panda Bear,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
Main Source,
The Misunderstood,
Slave,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
One Last Wish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
David Bowie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Adolescents,
Accadde A,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nas,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anakelly,
Cecil Taylor,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
Minnie Riperton,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.