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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Funky Four + One to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
David Bowie,
Von Mondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grauzone,
Warren Ellis,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
Minny Pops,
Hashim,
The Invisible,
The Detroit Cobras,
CMW,
Public Enemy,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
Smog,
X-101,
Amon Düül II,
Delon & Dalcan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
Monks,
June Days,
Bobby Sherman,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
Deadbeat,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deakin,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
T.S.O.L.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.