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 Guyana 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suburban Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marmalade,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod,
Section 25,
Wings,
Mission of Burma,
Thompson Twins,
World's Most,
Darondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
The Grass Roots,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
The Offenders,
Nils Olav,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon,
Blake Baxter,
Basic Channel,
Ponytail,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
Popol Vuh,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
Silicon Teens,
Roxette,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.