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 Japan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Panda Bear,
The American Breed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
R.M.O.,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
Blake Baxter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Mantronix,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
Essential Logic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
The Slackers,
EPMD,
Amon Düül,
Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
Television,
David McCallum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Gichy Dan,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wire,
The Happenings,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.