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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Popol Vuh to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed,
Lightning Bolt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
Index,
Rod Modell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABBA,
Cameo,
The Slackers,
Outsiders,
Minor Threat,
Scion,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
Suicide,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
Nas,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stiv Bators,
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
Hashim,
Surgeon,
Sällskapet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.