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 Tuvalu and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vogues 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Suicide,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shoche,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
Chrome,
Ponytail,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
James White and The Blacks,
Deakin,
Bootsy Collins,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
Pantaleimon,
Sonic Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
Al Stewart,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti,
H. Thieme,
The Fuzztones,
Ten City,
Boredoms,
Excepter,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
Reuben Wilson,
Parry Music,
Camberwell Now,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
Joensuu 1685,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.