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 Calgary.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Joyce Sims to the rap 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
MDC,
Davy DMX,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mad Mike,
Lucky Dragons,
Interpol,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
K-Klass,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
Donny Hathaway,
Unrelated Segments,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
Arthur Verocai,
Excepter,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
The Fall,
Harry Pussy,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
Neil Young,
Infiniti,
Grauzone,
Derrick May,
The Techniques,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
Intrusion,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
Camouflage,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.