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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Television Personalities to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
The Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection,
Dawn Penn,
These Immortal Souls,
Zapp,
The Sound,
Sällskapet,
The Birthday Party,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
Robert Görl,
Yazoo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sparks,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fear,
R.M.O.,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
Circle Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
PIL,
Morten Harket,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pierre Henry,
Pylon,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
Scratch Acid,
The Young Rascals,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ituana,
Nico,
The Slackers,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.