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 Kuwait and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
Shoche,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
The Slits,
June of 44,
Camouflage,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dennis Brown,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
cv313,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Invisible,
Zapp,
Josef K,
Y Pants,
Prince Buster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dead Boys,
KRS-One,
Lower 48,
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
Average White Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.