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 Spain 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
John Cale,
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
the Swans,
Skriet,
X-102,
Tubeway Army,
Magazine,
Mr. Review,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Standells,
The Barracudas,
Depeche Mode,
The Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kas Product,
The American Breed,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
Babytalk,
Shoche,
Lou Christie,
Delta 5,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.