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 Azerbaijan 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Germs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Roxy Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed,
Television,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agent Orange,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
Moss Icon,
Khruangbin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
The Monks,
Slave,
The Skatalites,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Copeland,
Jawbox,
Albert Ayler,
Sällskapet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Camberwell Now,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.