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 Netherlands and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Yazoo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
Television,
The Misunderstood,
Delta 5,
Rufus Thomas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
The Slackers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
The New Christs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fear,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stiv Bators,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments,
Smog,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Charles Mingus,
Pagans,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
the Human League,
Gong,
Drexciya,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amazonics,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.