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 Georgia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Gil Scott Heron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Bar-Kays,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pretty Things,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
Ohio Players,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
Audionom,
the Association,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
John Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick Morgan,
The Invisible,
The Happenings,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.