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 Bolivia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Morten Harket to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Hardrive,
Model 500,
The Trojans,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Style,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Roger Hodgson,
Mars,
Pagans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler,
Cluster,
Banda Bassotti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Victims,
The Moleskins,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
Dead Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Colin Newman,
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
The Evens,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.