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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Fugazi to the techno 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eurythmics,
Ronan,
the Swans,
Jandek,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerri Chandler,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
Joyce Sims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
L. Decosne,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
Lyres,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Zeros,
Drexciya,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
10cc,
Joe Finger,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swell Maps,
Simply Red,
Joensuu 1685,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.