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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cramps,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
Henry Cow,
The Fugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glenn Branca,
The Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Quantec,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
Rotary Connection,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
Yellowson,
Aswad,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
Pierre Henry,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Easy Going,
Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
PIL,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.