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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
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 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 David Bowie 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 UT to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
Faraquet,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Lower 48,
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nils Olav,
Gabor Szabo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drexciya,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
Quantec,
Television Personalities,
The Dirtbombs,
Trumans Water,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pole,
Groovy Waters,
The Dead C,
The Star Department,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Black Dice,
Dual Sessions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Quadrant,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.