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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 The Music Machine to the grunge 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronnie Foster,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
The Invisible,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agent Orange,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
Joe Smooth,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
Scrapy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DNA,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
Japan,
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
The Zeros,
This Heat,
Marmalade,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Sneak,
The Fall,
Deadbeat,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
The Martian,
Ice-T,
MC5,
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.