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 South Africa and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Görl,
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cybotron,
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
Das Ding,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
The United States of America,
Soulsonic Force,
The Count Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Ohio Players,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
Pulsallama,
Joe Smooth,
Index,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
New York Dolls,
Essential Logic,
Ronan,
Black Sheep,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Babytalk,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
Deepchord,
Unwound,
The Monochrome Set,
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
Panda Bear,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.