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 Jordan and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pere Ubu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funkadelic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
PIL,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
Essential Logic,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Crooked Eye,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mantronix,
Roxette,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.