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 Antigua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Danielle Patucci to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
B.T. Express,
The Music Machine,
Roxette,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Görl,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
The American Breed,
Country Teasers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Divine Comedy,
Brothers Johnson,
Darondo,
the Association,
Masters at Work,
Mark Hollis,
Neu!,
The Real Kids,
Black Pus,
Skaos,
Interpol,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Raincoats,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
the Normal,
Ultra Naté,
Black Moon,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
Japan,
Archie Shepp,
Prince Buster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
Trumans Water,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
The Associates,
The Busters,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
Subhumans,
Gang of Four,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Skriet,
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.