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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
The Victims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Techniques,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glenn Branca,
Alphaville,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Young Rascals,
Bush Tetras,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Charles Mingus,
Supertramp,
Sarah Menescal,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
Joy Division,
Bad Manners,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
Harmonia,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxy Music,
The Slackers,
Nas,
Porter Ricks,
Can,
Brass Construction,
the Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.