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 China and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 J.B.'s to the electroclash 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Lynne,
The Black Dice,
The Slits,
Q and Not U,
Nas,
David Bowie,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
The Smiths,
Jawbox,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
Negative Approach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül,
The Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
June Days,
Accadde A,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
Cybotron,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moody Blues,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
Crispian St. Peters,
Surgeon,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.