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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Birthday Party,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
The Black Dice,
48th St. Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Excepter,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacob Miller,
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ornette Coleman,
Smog,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
The Martian,
Pulsallama,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MC5,
Banda Bassotti,
One Last Wish,
Tommy Roe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
cv313,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Wire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
The Angels of Light,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camberwell Now,
Gabor Szabo,
Malaria!,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.