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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Au Pairs to the rock 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Neil Young,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
Donald Byrd,
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doors,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Holt,
The Associates,
Rakim,
The Victims,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ten City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Slits,
The Gladiators,
Neu!,
The Tremeloes,
Gong,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
Davy DMX,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dirtbombs,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
The Monochrome Set,
MC5,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
Bang On A Can,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
The Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army,
Ultimate Spinach,
David McCallum,
The Music Machine,
Pantytec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.