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 United States and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Youth Brigade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Mills,
The Standells,
The Neon Judgement,
Swans,
Qualms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
MC5,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
Suicide,
The Trojans,
Fad Gadget,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Infiniti,
Monks,
Bluetip,
The Count Five,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Laurel Aitken,
Wire,
Barbara Tucker,
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
Scientists,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers,
Rotary Connection,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.