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 Toronto.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chrome to the grime 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magazine,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
John Lydon,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
Davy DMX,
June Days,
Crime,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
Mo-Dettes,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABC,
Gichy Dan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Adolescents,
Boredoms,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
The Happenings,
Main Source,
Section 25,
Delta 5,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
Roxette,
Harmonia,
Rekid,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.