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 Sudan and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Saccharine Trust to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Invisible,
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
Harmonia,
the Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
DJ Style,
Wings,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
Suburban Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
F. McDonald,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visage,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Television,
The Residents,
Prince Buster,
Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
The Fortunes,
The Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
In Retrospect,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.