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 Somalia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Leaves to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
China Crisis,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deepchord,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quantec,
the Association,
The Count Five,
Country Teasers,
Joey Negro,
June Days,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
Scientists,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warren Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lakeside,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
Graham Central Station,
the Normal,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.