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 Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
the Association,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
Monks,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cowsills,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
Clear Light,
Au Pairs,
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ken Boothe,
Minutemen,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cramps,
Michelle Simonal,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
Make Up,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Dead Boys,
Radiohead,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blake Baxter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dennis Brown,
Deakin,
MDC,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.