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 United Kingdom and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Walker Brothers to the rap 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
Blossom Toes,
Groovy Waters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
Iggy Pop,
Niagra,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
Dave Gahan,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red,
B.T. Express,
New Order,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
The Mummies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Porter Ricks,
Zapp,
Technova,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
The Trojans,
Aswad,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
Oblivians,
Angry Samoans,
New Age Steppers,
The Durutti Column,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Urselle,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.