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 Swaziland and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mummies to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime 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?
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Pus,
The Walker Brothers,
Technova,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smiths,
Excepter,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
Altered Images,
The Gories,
The Fugs,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drexciya,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
Quantec,
X-101,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Christie,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
Yellowson,
Lindisfarne,
The Modern Lovers,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
10cc,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.