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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 The Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
Alice Coltrane,
Marmalade,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
David Bowie,
Quadrant,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlback,
cv313,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Sandy B,
Schoolly D,
Gichy Dan,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
Organ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
Man Eating Sloth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
Cheater Slicks,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sam Rivers,
Surgeon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moody Blues,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.