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 Swaziland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
The Fuzztones,
Niagra,
Faraquet,
Faust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yazoo,
The Grass Roots,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move,
Kas Product,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
The Slits,
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish,
The Beau Brummels,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton,
Flash Fearless,
The Remains,
Aswad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
FM Einheit,
Massinfluence,
Monolake,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
The Divine Comedy,
Deadbeat,
MC5,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
Zapp,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
Agent Orange,
Nico,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
Marine Girls,
Second Layer,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.