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 Romania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 ABBA to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
F. McDonald,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai,
The Kinks,
Ludus,
Deepchord,
Grey Daturas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Flipper,
PIL,
a-ha,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Suicide,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
Hoover,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
Adolescents,
Ice-T,
Tim Buckley,
The New Christs,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
Goldenarms,
The Invisible,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.