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 Brazil 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Ten City 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
Pole,
Lakeside,
Jawbox,
Lindisfarne,
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kayak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
DNA,
Symarip,
Hot Snakes,
Josef K,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
The Techniques,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed,
Yazoo,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
Massinfluence,
The Seeds,
Trumans Water,
The Happenings,
Shoche,
Mission of Burma,
The Busters,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
Joe Smooth,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.