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 Bulgaria and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Wasted Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Grauzone,
The Cure,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marmalade,
EPMD,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
Faraquet,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
Blancmange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fuzztones,
Swell Maps,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
Glenn Branca,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
Camberwell Now,
Mo-Dettes,
Supertramp,
Japan,
Minutemen,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
Q65,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
The Golliwogs,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.