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 Belize and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Black Flag to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
JFA,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Order,
La Düsseldorf,
Clear Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Malaria!,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
The Martian,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
Isaac Hayes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bluetip,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
Infiniti,
Buzzcocks,
Pole,
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Boredoms,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
Sound Behaviour,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
Technova,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Standells,
Mission of Burma,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.