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 Spain and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith,
Pantytec,
Laurel Aitken,
the Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Schoolly D,
Stereo Dub,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
Dead Boys,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Smooth,
Joy Division,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Metal Thangz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
Scientists,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The New Christs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Moon,
Quadrant,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The United States of America,
Black Bananas,
The Dirtbombs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.