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 Macedonia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Absolute Body Control to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys 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?
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
The Trojans,
Dave Gahan,
Quando Quango,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Normal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
Sugar Minott,
Urselle,
June of 44,
Half Japanese,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
X-102,
Fluxion,
Carl Craig,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
Grauzone,
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yellowson,
Monks,
The Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
The Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scion,
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
Hardrive,
Erasure,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.