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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Smiths to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
The Slackers,
Skarface,
Los Fastidios,
Gang of Four,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Franke,
Lyres,
The Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nils Olav,
David Bowie,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
Loose Ends,
Rakim,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
Masters at Work,
Banda Bassotti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
Model 500,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.