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 Seychelles and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Josef K to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
Al Stewart,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Hood,
Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
Second Layer,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
World's Most,
Wings,
Radiohead,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
Television Personalities,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June Days,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
T.S.O.L.,
Massinfluence,
Sandy B,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
The Victims,
The Remains,
The Toasters,
Rekid,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.