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 Ecuador and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the electroclash 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
the Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Arab on Radar,
Yazoo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
In Retrospect,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
The Associates,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
R.M.O.,
Flipper,
The Angels of Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia,
Surgeon,
Absolute Body Control,
Pole,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
Make Up,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
Sonic Youth,
Severed Heads,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Niagra,
Pagans,
Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pussy Galore,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gichy Dan,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.