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 Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Black Bananas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter & Gordon,
Brothers Johnson,
Funky Four + One,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
Barrington Levy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxette,
Sparks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
Eurythmics,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
These Immortal Souls,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
The Fugs,
Mars,
Chrome,
John Coltrane,
Motorama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.