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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Khruangbin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Intrusion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gap Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Certain Ratio,
Piero Umiliani,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
MDC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nas,
Rod Modell,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
Hashim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Fluxion,
Kas Product,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.