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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
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 Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tubeway Army to the rap 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D,
Chris Corsano,
cv313,
Sandy B,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rapeman,
Thompson Twins,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars,
Warsaw,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
Mantronix,
Motorama,
Goldenarms,
Yaz,
Stetsasonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
B.T. Express,
The Residents,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Golliwogs,
Y Pants,
Dennis Brown,
Severed Heads,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
Surgeon,
JFA,
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.