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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mummies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
Gerry Rafferty,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
The Raincoats,
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
the Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Yaz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
Scan 7,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Liliput,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
China Crisis,
Scion,
The Selecter,
Isaac Hayes,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
Yellowson,
Magma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Style,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.