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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television Personalities 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Eurythmics,
Mark Hollis,
Second Layer,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
The Star Department,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
PIL,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
Jawbox,
Clear Light,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Absolute Body Control,
The Real Kids,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wings,
the Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gregory Isaacs,
Goldenarms,
The Monks,
Scion,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q65,
Eric Copeland,
Sugar Minott,
Dennis Brown,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
Interpol,
Alison Limerick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantytec,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
Camberwell Now,
F. McDonald,
Blossom Toes,
Inner City,
The Associates,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.