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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lee Hazlewood to the funk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kayak,
B.T. Express,
E-Dancer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q65,
Shoche,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
Cluster,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Order,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
Television Personalities,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pagans,
Brothers Johnson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monks,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
Swans,
The Move,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.