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 Croatia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
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 clarinet 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 Television Personalities to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liliput,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
Cluster,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
Babytalk,
Livin' Joy,
Goldenarms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donald Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
The Fall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Near,
Morten Harket,
Bang On A Can,
Siglo XX,
Crooked Eye,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
Suburban Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.