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 Yemen and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide 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 Smog to the rock 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Mantronix,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiopuhelimet,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
Moby Grape,
Excepter,
Kayak,
In Retrospect,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed,
B.T. Express,
Angry Samoans,
The Saints,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
The Associates,
The United States of America,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
Index,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
Rotary Connection,
Michelle Simonal,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
The Star Department,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
AZ,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.