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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Audionom to the rock 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Whodini,
Fugazi,
Skarface,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
John Holt,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeru the Damaja,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
Icehouse,
Camouflage,
Kayak,
Suicide,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Hood,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Can,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force,
Outsiders,
Blancmange,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wings,
The Victims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smoke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
Pantaleimon,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.