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 Ecuador and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Christs to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Ponytail,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flipper,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
B.T. Express,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
E-Dancer,
Minor Threat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
Sällskapet,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wasted Youth,
Lyres,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
The Names,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
Sister Nancy,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.