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 Kazakhstan and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 AZ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
The Victims,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
Kas Product,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
Don Cherry,
DJ Sneak,
Minutemen,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
Morten Harket,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
Zapp,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
UT,
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Green,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Circle Jerks,
Josef K,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
Shoche,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
a-ha,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ossler,
Minnie Riperton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.