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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 & John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radio Birdman,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Prince Buster,
Danielle Patucci,
The Real Kids,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
Make Up,
the Swans,
OOIOO,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
Nas,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Inner City,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
Sällskapet,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
Ice-T,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
Q65,
Little Man,
Brick,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
Spandau Ballet,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.