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 Serbia and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
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 guitar 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 John Lydon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crime,
Roy Ayers,
Mission of Burma,
The Pretty Things,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swell Maps,
Lakeside,
The New Christs,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
The Cure,
Josef K,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
Pantaleimon,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mo-Dettes,
Harmonia,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxette,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.