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 Montenegro and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Connie Case to the crunk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
Schoolly D,
Easy Going,
Neu!,
Rites of Spring,
Whodini,
Wire,
Gong,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dark Day,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
The Litter,
Main Source,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
Alphaville,
The Slits,
Swans,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
The Tremeloes,
Visage,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
Warren Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Barry Ungar,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Black Flag,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.