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 Austria and from New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the funk 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Saints,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
Soul II Soul,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unwound,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
The Vogues,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
The Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Cybotron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalo Schifrin,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harmonia,
Arcadia,
Duran Duran,
David Bowie,
The Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
Nick Fraelich,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
MDC,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.