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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Camberwell Now to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Techniques,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
The Sound,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
Agent Orange,
Visage,
Pulsallama,
Cluster,
Essential Logic,
Jawbox,
Leonard Cohen,
Bluetip,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
Agitation Free,
The Searchers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
Neil Young,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.