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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quando Quango to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Fraelich,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cure,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
The Raincoats,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
Television,
Magma,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Albert Ayler,
Accadde A,
the Swans,
Little Man,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cowsills,
The Music Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
Prince Buster,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
Wally Richardson,
The Invisible,
New York Dolls,
The Trojans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
Tubeway Army,
Sight & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
The Pretty Things,
Toni Rubio,
Deakin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.