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 Botswana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Au Pairs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bad Manners,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
The Skatalites,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Axelrod,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry,
Connie Case,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
cv313,
The Gun Club,
The Saints,
T. Rex,
Grey Daturas,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.