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 Yemen and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 David Axelrod to the punk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
June Days,
Fad Gadget,
Camouflage,
Danielle Patucci,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
Ludus,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Flag,
Cabaret Voltaire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
June of 44,
The Motions,
Camberwell Now,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
Radio Birdman,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Symarip,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cure,
Neu!,
China Crisis,
Franke,
Amon Düül II,
The Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.