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 Costa Rica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Roxy Music,
Aswad,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Hood,
Mo-Dettes,
Camberwell Now,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
World's Most,
Matthew Bourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
The Human League,
Quantec,
The Fall,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
Ultra Naté,
Fat Boys,
The Star Department,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
The Martian,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Selecter,
a-ha,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
Scan 7,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.