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 Norway and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Invisible to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
The Names,
Faraquet,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
Hot Snakes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scrapy,
CMW,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
Cybotron,
The Cramps,
Audionom,
Byron Stingily,
Liliput,
Lightning Bolt,
X-101,
Jacob Miller,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec,
The Red Krayola,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
Chris Corsano,
The Standells,
The Cure,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Patti Smith,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Harry Pussy,
Cameo,
Visage,
Thompson Twins,
Gang of Four,
The Raincoats,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.