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 Vietnam and from Jakarta.
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 Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jacob Miller to the jazz 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U,
Youth Brigade,
Terry Callier,
Sparks,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Whodini,
Ituana,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
The Remains,
Sandy B,
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp,
Siglo XX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tim Buckley,
CMW,
The Smiths,
Howard Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Christie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
Nils Olav,
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.