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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 John Holt to the funk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Smoke,
MDC,
Urselle,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Near,
John Lydon,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
Tommy Roe,
Monks,
Eddi Front,
World's Most,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gun Club,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bob Dylan,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
Mad Mike,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mandrill,
The Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
Nirvana,
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
Gastr Del Sol,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.