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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Wire to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
Japan,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
Tommy Roe,
Khruangbin,
Magma,
Unwound,
Inner City,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Order,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
Subhumans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
Minor Threat,
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
Hoover,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
Jawbox,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
Ten City,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Dead Boys,
Dark Day,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.