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 Fiji and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Grey Daturas to the rock 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
Vainqueur,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
Josef K,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Accadde A,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fear,
Liliput,
Massinfluence,
Malaria!,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
Fad Gadget,
Barbara Tucker,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
Unwound,
DNA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.