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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Golliwogs to the dance 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
The Cramps,
Infiniti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Sherman,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül II,
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quantec,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Can,
Sex Pistols,
The Selecter,
The Fire Engines,
Yaz,
John Lydon,
Moby Grape,
The Stooges,
Cameo,
June of 44,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
Liliput,
Surgeon,
The Buckinghams,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Dorothy Ashby,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T.S.O.L.,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.