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 Zambia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wire to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Interpol,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green,
Deepchord,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
Pulsallama,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
Scientists,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
Swell Maps,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agitation Free,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Axelrod,
Nico,
Visage,
Derrick May,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
Grauzone,
The Gladiators,
Thee Headcoats,
The Real Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.