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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 DJ Style to the rock 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unwound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
Little Man,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues,
Aswad,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masters at Work,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
Niagra,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
Ituana,
Oneida,
Television,
Shuggie Otis,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harry Pussy,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
One Last Wish,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
Vainqueur,
Morten Harket,
Barrington Levy,
Ultra Naté,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Near,
AZ,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.