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 Croatia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
Wings,
Jawbox,
Kerri Chandler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
The Cowsills,
The United States of America,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grey Daturas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erasure,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television,
Moss Icon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
KRS-One,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mars,
Scientists,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
H. Thieme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
Jandek,
Skarface,
Yellowson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Steve Hackett,
Silicon Teens,
David McCallum,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.