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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Dark Day,
Bauhaus,
Supertramp,
Los Fastidios,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dead C,
John Foxx,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
LL Cool J,
Sex Pistols,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-102,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
Joe Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
Stereo Dub,
Flipper,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs,
Yazoo,
Skaos,
Aloha Tigers,
Cluster,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Barracudas,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.