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 Guyana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Ultravox to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
Au Pairs,
Laurel Aitken,
Boredoms,
Franke,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
Todd Rundgren,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Ohio Players,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
Pantaleimon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Banda Bassotti,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warsaw,
Trumans Water,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shoche,
Davy DMX,
Silicon Teens,
Quadrant,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
Morten Harket,
Crash Course in Science,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
the Human League,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.