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 Angola and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Country Teasers to the grunge 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
Ludus,
Matthew Halsall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
Barrington Levy,
Rod Modell,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Sherman,
Aaron Thompson,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
The Techniques,
Shuggie Otis,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
Yellowson,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.