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 Spain and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
E-Dancer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
Cymande,
Technova,
Oblivians,
Cameo,
The Move,
The Happenings,
Marvin Gaye,
Cal Tjader,
Mandrill,
The Sonics,
Whodini,
Donald Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantytec,
Hashim,
Das Ding,
Slave,
Suicide,
New Order,
Hardrive,
Y Pants,
Surgeon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
The Fortunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shoche,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
Neu!,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
The Smiths,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
Kaleidoscope,
Qualms,
the Normal,
Aswad,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.