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 Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
the Normal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
The Stooges,
The Index,
The J.B.'s,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Clarke,
Brass Construction,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Essential Logic,
Mo-Dettes,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marine Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Thee Headcoats,
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
Terry Callier,
Public Enemy,
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Japan,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
The Slackers,
Marvin Gaye,
Joensuu 1685,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.