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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Underground Resistance to the techno 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
JFA,
Dawn Penn,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Rapeman,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
OOIOO,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
Parry Music,
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
The Last Poets,
Wire,
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
Shoche,
The Real Kids,
Anakelly,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kayak,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Womack,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
Eric Dolphy,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moebius,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
48th St. Collective,
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.