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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Essential Logic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
Eli Mardock,
Ultravox,
DNA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola,
Aural Exciters,
The Buckinghams,
Hardrive,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
a-ha,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oblivians,
T.S.O.L.,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
Alton Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding,
Slave,
The Kinks,
Lucky Dragons,
Grauzone,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
Barbara Tucker,
Jawbox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
Toni Rubio,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
Icehouse,
Technova,
The Count Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.