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 Tajikistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Michelle Simonal to the rock 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quadrant,
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cluster,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Half Japanese,
Babytalk,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals,
Barry Ungar,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
Roger Hodgson,
Swans,
Althea and Donna,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Bourne,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.