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 Nigeria and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siglo XX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
Fat Boys,
The Names,
Japan,
Popol Vuh,
Wasted Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
EPMD,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chrome,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
Donald Byrd,
Technova,
Flash Fearless,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moby Grape,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
The Offenders,
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
Cecil Taylor,
Quadrant,
The Human League,
Alphaville,
the Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
Prince Buster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.