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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
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 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 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 Pop Group to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Whodini,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
Rapeman,
Stockholm Monsters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Negative Approach,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
R.M.O.,
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
Pere Ubu,
Bob Dylan,
Stereo Dub,
Hoover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Michelle Simonal,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Moon,
Alton Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Joy Division,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.