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 France and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott Heron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Altered Images,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
F. McDonald,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
B.T. Express,
The Knickerbockers,
Clear Light,
Mars,
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
Tears for Fears,
KRS-One,
Cecil Taylor,
Bronski Beat,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
Spandau Ballet,
Qualms,
The Skatalites,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
LL Cool J,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
Scion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Surgeon,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.