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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ituana to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America,
Flipper,
Sparks,
Stetsasonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
Young Marble Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
The Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44,
Cluster,
Roxette,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day,
Black Sheep,
Eric Dolphy,
Slick Rick,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cramps,
The Count Five,
Pantytec,
Bluetip,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.