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 Finland and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 In Retrospect to the dance 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
the Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scion,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
The Moody Blues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spoonie Gee,
48th St. Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yellowson,
Gichy Dan,
Minutemen,
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul II Soul,
Kayak,
Crime,
Mr. Review,
The Slits,
Roxette,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
Unrelated Segments,
Hashim,
the Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
Little Man,
Albert Ayler,
Guru Guru,
Icehouse,
Moby Grape,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.