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 Turkey and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Iggy Pop to the punk 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brick,
The Human League,
the Association,
The Walker Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
The Beau Brummels,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
The Grass Roots,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Au Pairs,
the Sonics,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
Rotary Connection,
AZ,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantaleimon,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.