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 Netherlands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 World's Most to the jazz 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Organ,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
June of 44,
The Index,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Foxx,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
The Martian,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brass Construction,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
Interpol,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Swans,
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
Monolake,
Slave,
Cybotron,
Pylon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Durutti Column,
Sun City Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.