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 Nigeria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Freddie Wadling to the electroclash 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
KRS-One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
Urselle,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-102,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
John Foxx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
FM Einheit,
Motorama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
The Sound,
Nirvana,
U.S. Maple,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
Deepchord,
The Skatalites,
Pagans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Section 25,
the Association,
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.