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 Egypt and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Talk Talk,
Crime,
ABC,
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Model 500,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moby Grape,
Black Bananas,
Youth Brigade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
R.M.O.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
These Immortal Souls,
X-Ray Spex,
Dawn Penn,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stiv Bators,
Rekid,
Vainqueur,
the Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
Babytalk,
L. Decosne,
The Mummies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Goldenarms,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liliput,
X-101,
Judy Mowatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
Eric Copeland,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
Funkadelic,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.