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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gichy Dan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aural Exciters,
U.S. Maple,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sam Rivers,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
Khruangbin,
Freddie Wadling,
Franke,
Fugazi,
The Fugs,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
Spandau Ballet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pretty Things,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
Half Japanese,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
Oblivians,
The Mojo Men,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gun Club,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Associates,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.