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 Tanzania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gories to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Suburban Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cramps,
Joyce Sims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
EPMD,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
The Names,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
Ronnie Foster,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
Ten City,
The Gories,
Von Mondo,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mr. Review,
The Kinks,
La Düsseldorf,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.