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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 The Doors to the electroclash 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Iggy Pop,
Motorama,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Parry Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
Byron Stingily,
Excepter,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Almond,
The Mummies,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad,
Sister Nancy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
Donald Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker,
Sällskapet,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
X-102,
Darondo,
Masters at Work,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
Negative Approach,
World's Most,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.