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 Barbados and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Beau Brummels to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Cecil Taylor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Minutemen,
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pere Ubu,
Whodini,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
EPMD,
The Moody Blues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
The Evens,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
D'Angelo,
The Litter,
Visage,
Cluster,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Organ,
Scan 7,
ABC,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
The Remains,
Johnny Clarke,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swell Maps,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.