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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Neil Young to the funk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
China Crisis,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
The Count Five,
Stereo Dub,
Jandek,
Hashim,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bauhaus,
Alison Limerick,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heaven 17,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
Ossler,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
Wally Richardson,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
Outsiders,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
U.S. Maple,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.