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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Amazonics to the dance 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo,
The Slits,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
Charles Mingus,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiohead,
Youth Brigade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple,
Y Pants,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
Gang of Four,
New York Dolls,
Danielle Patucci,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
The Wake,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
Pulsallama,
Hardrive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Style,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
10cc,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.