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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 June Days to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mummies,
Surgeon,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
Angry Samoans,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faraquet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Radio Birdman,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
Second Layer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
Average White Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
The Knickerbockers,
Funky Four + One,
Jeru the Damaja,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.