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 Malta and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
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 snare 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Q and Not U,
Sparks,
The Misunderstood,
Carl Craig,
Black Bananas,
New Order,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
The Gap Band,
the Germs,
the Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ten City,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
Drexciya,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Letta Mbulu,
Faust,
Japan,
Skriet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
Slave,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter & Gordon,
Warsaw,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
Gichy Dan,
Von Mondo,
L. Decosne,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mojo Men,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed,
Scrapy,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.