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 Botswana and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fuzztones to the electroclash 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Terry,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
CMW,
Crime,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
Swans,
Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Erasure,
Talk Talk,
This Heat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
Urselle,
Wolf Eyes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nas,
The Techniques,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
The Gladiators,
Angry Samoans,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tres Demented,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pylon,
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet,
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
Sam Rivers,
Excepter,
The Litter,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.