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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the dance 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
Index,
Warsaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
Crime,
Oneida,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dark Day,
Mars,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Starr,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun City Girls,
Section 25,
The Move,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
Roxette,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.