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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Altered Images to the grime 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
New York Dolls,
Cheater Slicks,
Flipper,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
Leonard Cohen,
Symarip,
Barbara Tucker,
Connie Case,
Trumans Water,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
X-101,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Essential Logic,
Black Moon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
The Skatalites,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mars,
Don Cherry,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quadrant,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
Banda Bassotti,
The Star Department,
Chrome,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
Moebius,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.