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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Velvet Underground to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
Yellowson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delon & Dalcan,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
the Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monolake,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
Cameo,
Brick,
Scan 7,
The Doors,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Jacques Brel,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
Letta Mbulu,
The Zeros,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.