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 Mali and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Peter & Gordon to the funk 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David McCallum,
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neu!,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anakelly,
Ice-T,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rites of Spring,
The Knickerbockers,
The Move,
Slave,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Surgeon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
Parry Music,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.