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 Gabon and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suburban Knight to the funk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Standells,
Siglo XX,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
Bob Dylan,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
Rotary Connection,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
Brass Construction,
Connie Case,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Teasers,
Wings,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
Lakeside,
The Detroit Cobras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Association,
Lindisfarne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Lynne,
Marmalade,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
Ice-T,
Buzzcocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
T. Rex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
The Moleskins,
Neu!,
The Tremeloes,
CMW,
Silicon Teens,
Japan,
Josef K,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.