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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick May to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cybotron,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
New York Dolls,
Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scion,
Pierre Henry,
Excepter,
Gong,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
Technova,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
Boogie Down Productions,
OOIOO,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
DNA,
Janne Schatter,
Michelle Simonal,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Joy Division,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.