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 Djibouti and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Das Ding to the techno 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
Gong,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
Eli Mardock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
The Toasters,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Kayak,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronan,
Swell Maps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerri Chandler,
JFA,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxy Music,
Y Pants,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Near,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.