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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Neon Judgement,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Mantronix,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slackers,
Liliput,
Duran Duran,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
CMW,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
Babytalk,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols,
Donny Hathaway,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
Patti Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.