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 Togo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Velvet Underground to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
The Saints,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Move,
The Misunderstood,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
Robert Görl,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Byrd,
Yaz,
The Remains,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
Sandy B,
Yusef Lateef,
Pulsallama,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
The J.B.'s,
Wings,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Litter,
Little Man,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Golliwogs,
Nils Olav,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick May,
Essential Logic,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Pylon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
Alice Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.