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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Pere Ubu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fugazi,
The Invisible,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
Nik Kershaw,
Yaz,
kango's stein massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
X-Ray Spex,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
Mantronix,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
Shoche,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
The United States of America,
The Last Poets,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
China Crisis,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.