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 United States and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Knickerbockers to the disco 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
These Immortal Souls,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
The American Breed,
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
Vainqueur,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cymande,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lindisfarne,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
The Buckinghams,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
The Index,
The Gap Band,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Busters,
Aaron Thompson,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sparks,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
Cluster,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
The Fugs,
Adolescents,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
Warsaw,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.