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 Egypt and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rock 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
Make Up,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
Joe Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
Crooked Eye,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
DNA,
Quando Quango,
Amazonics,
Pylon,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
Lyres,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young,
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
Negative Approach,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mantronix,
the Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.