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-Bissau and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stiv Bators to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aswad,
Television Personalities,
Yazoo,
The Fall,
Unwound,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
Loose Ends,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
The Mummies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
Section 25,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
The Fortunes,
Smog,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
The Toasters,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
The Buckinghams,
the Association,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
Surgeon,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
Bauhaus,
Nirvana,
Panda Bear,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
Au Pairs,
Marmalade,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.