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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Subhumans,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
Reagan Youth,
The Pretty Things,
The Toasters,
Pantytec,
Idris Muhammad,
Nico,
Aswad,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gabor Szabo,
Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
The Remains,
Ken Boothe,
Index,
Joey Negro,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Monks,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
Excepter,
Lakeside,
Yusef Lateef,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
Jacques Brel,
Leonard Cohen,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
Rod Modell,
The Knickerbockers,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.