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 Paraguay and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Depeche Mode to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Suicide,
Joe Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
Matthew Bourne,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip,
Tres Demented,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
Bronski Beat,
Con Funk Shun,
The Music Machine,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
Piero Umiliani,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
Animal Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cramps,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
Barry Ungar,
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
The Martian,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roger Hodgson,
Mark Hollis,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
Second Layer,
The Cure,
The Human League,
The Victims,
Moby Grape,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.