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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Sällskapet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
Oblivians,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
This Heat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
New York Dolls,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
Moby Grape,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
Black Bananas,
Skriet,
KRS-One,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
B.T. Express,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Clear Light,
Crime,
June of 44,
Dual Sessions,
Slick Rick,
Minutemen,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
The Evens,
the Bar-Kays,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.