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 Kenya and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Slackers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Mills,
The J.B.'s,
kango's stein massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay,
Patti Smith,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
Maleditus Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp,
Lungfish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hot Snakes,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.