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 Venezuela 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Newcleus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minutemen,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
Ice-T,
Harmonia,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eurythmics,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minor Threat,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
EPMD,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
Simply Red,
The Moody Blues,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
The Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.