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 United States and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Arthur Verocai to the dance 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Dead Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
Sarah Menescal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
Country Teasers,
This Heat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Franke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lungfish,
Boredoms,
Simply Red,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Human League,
Don Cherry,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kas Product,
Saccharine Trust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Althea and Donna,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
Wasted Youth,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free,
Magazine,
Jandek,
Slave,
The Evens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.