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 Greece and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wire to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
DNA,
The Birthday Party,
Nik Kershaw,
Accadde A,
Visage,
Rekid,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
Harmonia,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
Young Marble Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Christie,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
R.M.O.,
Joey Negro,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris & Cosey,
Inner City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalann,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blancmange,
a-ha,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.