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 St Lucia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Fugazi to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monolake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jandek,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
The Fugs,
Moebius,
Roxy Music,
Qualms,
The Skatalites,
The New Christs,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Babytalk,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
The Beau Brummels,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
Outsiders,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
Deakin,
The Gun Club,
Brick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
The Residents,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.