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 Tonga and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Smooth,
Grauzone,
Kerri Chandler,
Easy Going,
La Düsseldorf,
Siglo XX,
John Coltrane,
Technova,
Lalann,
Gang Starr,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster,
The Stooges,
Altered Images,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Aloha Tigers,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
The Golliwogs,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Harry Pussy,
Chris & Cosey,
Don Cherry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suburban Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
New Order,
John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aswad,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
Motorama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Eli Mardock,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.