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 Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blancmange to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
Aswad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
David McCallum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
The Standells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum,
Silicon Teens,
Letta Mbulu,
UT,
Popol Vuh,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
10cc,
Banda Bassotti,
Laurel Aitken,
Infiniti,
Cheater Slicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
The Martian,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
LL Cool J,
Pole,
World's Most,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visage,
Camouflage,
Amazonics,
Royal Trux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Offenders,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yazoo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.