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 Hungary and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Scrapy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
Sound Behaviour,
Al Stewart,
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine,
Symarip,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
Deakin,
The Blackbyrds,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
Derrick Morgan,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang On A Can,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
Visage,
Agent Orange,
Gang Starr,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Monolake,
Jerry's Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.