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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Black Sheep to the crunk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
Mandrill,
Scan 7,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Henry Cow,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo,
Sam Rivers,
Schoolly D,
Average White Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
The Happenings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
Nik Kershaw,
Simply Red,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
a-ha,
Qualms,
Bluetip,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus,
Barrington Levy,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.