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 Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swell Maps to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
Aloha Tigers,
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
Quando Quango,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
The Leaves,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
Monolake,
Neu!,
Jawbox,
The Velvet Underground,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
Unwound,
Intrusion,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
48th St. Collective,
Cal Tjader,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
Kaleidoscope,
Jandek,
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slick Rick,
The Victims,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
The Happenings,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.