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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Slits to the rock 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
Wally Richardson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
Zapp,
One Last Wish,
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
Sonic Youth,
the Human League,
The Standells,
Saccharine Trust,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
The Dead C,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erasure,
Pagans,
The Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fear,
Kas Product,
The Stooges,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.