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 Estonia and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
This Heat,
Marc Almond,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
Marine Girls,
Von Mondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
Quadrant,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultravox,
Panda Bear,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Outsiders,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
Easy Going,
KRS-One,
Arab on Radar,
The Buckinghams,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Womack,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
Jerry's Kids,
The American Breed,
The Star Department,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brass Construction,
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
Motorama,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
Niagra,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.