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 Ireland and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Fugazi to the grunge 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spoonie Gee,
the Swans,
DJ Style,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalann,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
The Techniques,
Oneida,
The Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ice-T,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
Tears for Fears,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cure,
The Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
Jacques Brel,
Donny Hathaway,
Radio Birdman,
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cowsills,
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.