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 Lesotho and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alphaville to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Durutti Column,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag,
Ludus,
Kayak,
the Slits,
Janne Schatter,
New York Dolls,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
Shoche,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
David Bowie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Scan 7,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
Section 25,
Quadrant,
Leonard Cohen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bluetip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Ituana,
The Mummies,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
FM Einheit,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.