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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Cameo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
Scion,
X-102,
Sixth Finger,
Yaz,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pop Group,
The Cowsills,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17,
the Bar-Kays,
Slick Rick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Colin Newman,
Ultra Naté,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Lee Hazlewood,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
X-101,
The Evens,
Whodini,
The United States of America,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Leaves,
The Fortunes,
UT,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
The Toasters,
The Smoke,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Make Up,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
Lindisfarne,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.