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 Haiti and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neu! to the jazz 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Fraelich,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reagan Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
The Standells,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
In Retrospect,
World's Most,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter & Gordon,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
The Wake,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
Don Cherry,
The Selecter,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
The Invisible,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television,
Gang of Four,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Trumans Water,
Grey Daturas,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.