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 Portugal and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Japan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New York Dolls,
Public Enemy,
The Count Five,
The Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Qualms,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Ohio Players,
The Pop Group,
The Fuzztones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
Stetsasonic,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
Joyce Sims,
Khruangbin,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boredoms,
The Cramps,
Slave,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yazoo,
Shoche,
The Fall,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
JFA,
Drexciya,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
Pylon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magazine,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.