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 Monaco and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pagans to the disco 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker,
Dave Gahan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
Warsaw,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
Au Pairs,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
Godley & Creme,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The United States of America,
The Sonics,
This Heat,
Skriet,
John Holt,
Technova,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deadbeat,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.