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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Moebius to the rock 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
Rekid,
X-101,
Little Man,
La Düsseldorf,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
Trumans Water,
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül II,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Order,
Organ,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
Easy Going,
Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Subhumans,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
Inner City,
Zapp,
Livin' Joy,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
The Sonics,
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
The Names,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Roxy Music,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
DJ Style,
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.