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 India and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Warren Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Janne Schatter,
The Martian,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
The Pop Group,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
Heaven 17,
Jacques Brel,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
Gong,
kango's stein massive,
Mr. Review,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Los Fastidios,
Peter & Gordon,
X-Ray Spex,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxette,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
FM Einheit,
DJ Style,
Scan 7,
DNA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
Malaria!,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.