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 Finland and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vainqueur to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Graham Central Station,
Ohio Players,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
Mars,
The Count Five,
Rotary Connection,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
Banda Bassotti,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
FM Einheit,
The Index,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
The Neon Judgement,
Magazine,
LL Cool J,
Echospace,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
A Certain Ratio,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange,
The Move,
Marmalade,
Erasure,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
Monolake,
Ken Boothe,
Carl Craig,
DNA,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minnie Riperton,
Icehouse,
Spandau Ballet,
Cybotron,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.