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 Iraq and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the crunk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
World's Most,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes,
Pylon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Hood,
Marmalade,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Bananas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Banda Bassotti,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
The Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jandek,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Smooth,
The Trojans,
Stereo Dub,
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.