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 Thailand and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Outsiders to the grime 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kayak,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
Aswad,
Gichy Dan,
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
Stetsasonic,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
Rotary Connection,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Wake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Make Up,
the Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
This Heat,
The Smoke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sällskapet,
Intrusion,
The Evens,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Kevin Saunderson,
Symarip,
Franke,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.