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 Lebanon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat,
New Order,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nas,
Kayak,
The Human League,
The Standells,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
The Pretty Things,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
The Sound,
Urselle,
Minutemen,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Infiniti,
Metal Thangz,
Ossler,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
the Slits,
Nirvana,
Jacques Brel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Subhumans,
Livin' Joy,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sister Nancy,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.