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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Lower 48 to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Dead Boys,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun City Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blackbyrds,
Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quando Quango,
The Move,
Make Up,
Brick,
Magma,
Black Pus,
Ornette Coleman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
The Cure,
Nas,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
Graham Central Station,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Teasers,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
ABBA,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton,
Glenn Branca,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Inner City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.