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 Andorra and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
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 chamberlin 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 Joy Division to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
The Searchers,
Jacob Miller,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
Alison Limerick,
Byron Stingily,
Max Romeo,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
Moby Grape,
Outsiders,
Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ituana,
Radiopuhelimet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Average White Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-102,
Dark Day,
Funkadelic,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
Bad Manners,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
Delta 5,
Lakeside,
The Index,
Terry Callier,
Laurel Aitken,
Eddi Front,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.