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 New Zealand 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Freddie Wadling to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
Metal Thangz,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
Archie Shepp,
Lakeside,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
Fad Gadget,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Supertramp,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Wells,
Brass Construction,
Warren Ellis,
New Order,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker,
In Retrospect,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Names,
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
Average White Band,
Ossler,
MDC,
John Cale,
Cameo,
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
The New Christs,
Los Fastidios,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.