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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
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 Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Stereo Dub to the techno 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Ossler,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
Young Marble Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
Pere Ubu,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops,
Alphaville,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kayak,
Gichy Dan,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
Audionom,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Metal Thangz,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Silicon Teens,
Man Parrish,
Oblivians,
Minutemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
Joy Division,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.