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 Niger and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Standells to the electroclash 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Make Up,
Peter and Kerry,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sex Pistols,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
Wasted Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
Supertramp,
John Holt,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Nas,
Country Teasers,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Theoretical Girls,
Goldenarms,
Cluster,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Television,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Style,
Sällskapet,
Q and Not U,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.