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 Greece 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Velvet Underground to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Near,
Guru Guru,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Remains,
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vainqueur,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Gong,
The Saints,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
Y Pants,
Fluxion,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Visage,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Urselle,
The Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
cv313,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.