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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Brothers Johnson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Christie,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Blake Baxter,
Main Source,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Junior Murvin,
The Kinks,
Lightning Bolt,
CMW,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
Negative Approach,
Sarah Menescal,
A Certain Ratio,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Pantaleimon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
Skaos,
Supertramp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Clear Light,
Underground Resistance,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
The Last Poets,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
B.T. Express,
U.S. Maple,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.