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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Harmonia to the rock 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
Adolescents,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
Gerry Rafferty,
Qualms,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
Marine Girls,
Faraquet,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
The Associates,
Icehouse,
Juan Atkins,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
Malaria!,
Deakin,
Alphaville,
Pantytec,
Surgeon,
Arab on Radar,
The Martian,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
The Human League,
PIL,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
Public Enemy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Interpol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
The Slackers,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
Duran Duran,
Amazonics,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.