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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 The Litter to the rock 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Birthday Party,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Boz Scaggs,
Hashim,
FM Einheit,
Scion,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
Rites of Spring,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
Symarip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brass Construction,
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glenn Branca,
Smog,
Arab on Radar,
Ludus,
The Fall,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Qualms,
X-102,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
MC5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moody Blues,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smoke,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.