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 South Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 MDC to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Halsall,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
The Birthday Party,
OOIOO,
the Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
The Trojans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
a-ha,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shoche,
The Knickerbockers,
New Order,
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Young Marble Giants,
Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
Kas Product,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
Circle Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.