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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
Accadde A,
Motorama,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scientists,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Make Up,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
Joe Smooth,
Cymande,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
June of 44,
OOIOO,
Quantec,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delta 5,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
David McCallum,
Television Personalities,
Blancmange,
One Last Wish,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Whodini,
Alphaville,
Easy Going,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Adolescents,
Ice-T,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.