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 Cambodia 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Subhumans 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Swans,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
The Skatalites,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
Surgeon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dennis Brown,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Simply Red,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
Kaleidoscope,
Sixth Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
The Move,
Rapeman,
Ohio Players,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.