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 Qatar and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lakeside to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Pere Ubu,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül,
Icehouse,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Model 500,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
ABC,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
The Fortunes,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sound,
Rakim,
Alphaville,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
U.S. Maple,
the Association,
Neu!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flash Fearless,
kango's stein massive,
Eddi Front,
Technova,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.