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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Warsaw 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Germs,
Popol Vuh,
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
Sparks,
Chris & Cosey,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gap Band,
Moss Icon,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo,
Liliput,
The Moody Blues,
Television Personalities,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
Derrick Morgan,
Audionom,
The Angels of Light,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
Scan 7,
Traffic Nightmare,
Newcleus,
Scrapy,
Rapeman,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.