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 Vietnam and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ituana,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cowsills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
Slave,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
Tim Buckley,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake,
Altered Images,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music,
CMW,
The Busters,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
Siglo XX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
Scan 7,
Mandrill,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.