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 Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 PIL to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
AZ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
Niagra,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu,
Suburban Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Golliwogs,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
H. Thieme,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hoover,
The Buckinghams,
Ronan,
Lalann,
Janne Schatter,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.