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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Moby Grape to the electroclash 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
Robert Hood,
Japan,
Section 25,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
Heaven 17,
Rosa Yemen,
Panda Bear,
Faust,
Max Romeo,
John Lydon,
Roxy Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
China Crisis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers,
Bad Manners,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television,
Delta 5,
The Searchers,
Duran Duran,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ponytail,
Eli Mardock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
The Dead C,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.