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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bob Dylan to the rap 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Half Japanese,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
The Residents,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
Excepter,
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
The Toasters,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Womack,
The Beau Brummels,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.