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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Groovy Waters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
Warsaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
New York Dolls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Qualms,
X-101,
Niagra,
Ossler,
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Lakeside,
Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
Rod Modell,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
cv313,
Bootsy Collins,
Second Layer,
Bang On A Can,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
Al Stewart,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.