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 Namibia and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Machine to the disco 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fat Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
Barry Ungar,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
Dave Gahan,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Bar-Kays,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
The Fortunes,
The Star Department,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Saints,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eurythmics,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Funkadelic,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
Kas Product,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.