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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Modern Lovers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
Intrusion,
The United States of America,
Tom Boy,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Wasted Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX,
John Lydon,
The Smiths,
DJ Sneak,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
Negative Approach,
Grey Daturas,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless,
Public Enemy,
Marmalade,
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June Days,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Niagra,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.