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 Austria and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Second Layer to the crunk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
This Heat,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
World's Most,
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
Pylon,
The Angels of Light,
The Smoke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June of 44,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
Scion,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
Bronski Beat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scratch Acid,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
The Saints,
Junior Murvin,
Fela Kuti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Sam Rivers,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
Wings,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
The Five Americans,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.