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 China and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 The Blackbyrds to the punk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
Cymande,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Music Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
Procol Harum,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
Television,
Erasure,
Malaria!,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
Pussy Galore,
The Evens,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy Collins,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echospace,
Essential Logic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Wake,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
Cheater Slicks,
Visage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
Suburban Knight,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.