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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 The Neon Judgement to the punk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
Index,
Can,
Dead Boys,
Massinfluence,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television,
Q and Not U,
Quantec,
Organ,
Nas,
Sun City Girls,
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
The Fugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.