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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ronan to the punk 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
MC5,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
cv313,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
Scratch Acid,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alphaville,
Harmonia,
Icehouse,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
Stiv Bators,
The Gun Club,
Patti Smith,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers,
Arab on Radar,
New Order,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
Terry Callier,
Swans,
Slick Rick,
Soft Machine,
Inner City,
The Searchers,
Pylon,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Althea and Donna,
Brick,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.