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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Martian,
The Star Department,
One Last Wish,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Newcleus,
Pole,
E-Dancer,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
The Dave Clark Five,
MDC,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bauhaus,
Vladislav Delay,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
Godley & Creme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
Dark Day,
The Human League,
The Offenders,
Make Up,
the Germs,
Suicide,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
Slave,
Bobby Sherman,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.