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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
Brass Construction,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Stiv Bators,
Eve St. Jones,
Janne Schatter,
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Selecter,
Fugazi,
the Germs,
Lakeside,
John Foxx,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
The Barracudas,
Brand Nubian,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
Quando Quango,
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.