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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cosmic Jokers to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
Deakin,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
Morten Harket,
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Boredoms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
Massinfluence,
Can,
Oblivians,
Archie Shepp,
Erasure,
OOIOO,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Harry Pussy,
The Young Rascals,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fugs,
Scrapy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
Faraquet,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.