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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Stockholm Monsters to the disco 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Remains,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
The Trojans,
Kayak,
Juan Atkins,
Rakim,
Wings,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Accadde A,
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
Warsaw,
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Count Five,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sister Nancy,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
Alton Ellis,
Agitation Free,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.