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 Congo and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Cramps to the grunge 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
Al Stewart,
Max Romeo,
The Standells,
Joey Negro,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
Delta 5,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
Television,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
Lalann,
the Human League,
Technova,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
Arab on Radar,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
Q65,
PIL,
Black Flag,
Wings,
Kurtis Blow,
The Move,
The New Christs,
Basic Channel,
The Motions,
Anthony Braxton,
The Five Americans,
Yazoo,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.