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 Russia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
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 linndrum 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Barbara Tucker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry's Kids,
cv313,
The Gories,
James White and The Blacks,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Connie Case,
Rapeman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deakin,
Kerri Chandler,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
Mars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Music Machine,
Robert Hood,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delta 5,
Oneida,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.