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 Kazakhstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Dual Sessions to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
The Pretty Things,
Outsiders,
The Blues Magoos,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Bourne,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
Severed Heads,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Michelle Simonal,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronnie Foster,
Archie Shepp,
Sonic Youth,
The Kinks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
New Order,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
World's Most,
Junior Murvin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Technova,
Blancmange,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.