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 Peru and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
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 organ 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grime 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
MDC,
Rapeman,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
Quantec,
The Gladiators,
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
The Standells,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
Cameo,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
The Raincoats,
Youth Brigade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Enemy,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Golliwogs,
MC5,
H. Thieme,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
Marmalade,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxy Music,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
Neu!,
Bluetip,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.