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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kurtis Blow to the disco 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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Count Five,
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo,
The Dead C,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Order,
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
The Vogues,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Sneak,
Connie Case,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
Motorama,
Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
Joensuu 1685,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang of Four,
Aaron Thompson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
Tommy Roe,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
Interpol,
Swans,
Rapeman,
New Age Steppers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.