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 Spain and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Black Sheep to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
Joe Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
The Zeros,
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Funky Four + One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Connie Case,
The Evens,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.