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 China and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang of Four,
Lungfish,
the Human League,
Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Real Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Dead Boys,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
Lakeside,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
Eurythmics,
The Happenings,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monks,
Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Enemy,
Colin Newman,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
The Fortunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Leonard Cohen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gladiators,
Joyce Sims,
Wally Richardson,
The Cramps,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.