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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Trojans to the dance 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
Ultravox,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
CMW,
Negative Approach,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
Public Enemy,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
John Holt,
Minnie Riperton,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Supertramp,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Q65,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blancmange,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gun Club,
Liliput,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.