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 Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Hood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Bob Dylan,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
Slick Rick,
Ronan,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
The J.B.'s,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
Gang Green,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
cv313,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
Joe Smooth,
Little Man,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
Tim Buckley,
Slave,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sparks,
James White and The Blacks,
Joy Division,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
Nik Kershaw,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spandau Ballet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.