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 Spain and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 T. Rex to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Associates,
Magma,
Tim Buckley,
ABC,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Josef K,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
Bluetip,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Roxette,
Liliput,
Derrick May,
Funky Four + One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
Visage,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Lynne,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Residents,
Ossler,
Pylon,
Excepter,
Accadde A,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League,
Black Pus,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
Bad Manners,
Qualms,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cure,
The Gladiators,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.