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 Nigeria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Henry Cow to the crunk 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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
The Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Anakelly,
Buzzcocks,
Bauhaus,
Surgeon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Henry Cow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
Black Sheep,
Radio Birdman,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens,
Wasted Youth,
Porter Ricks,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
Arcadia,
Lower 48,
Gichy Dan,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
World's Most,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
Mo-Dettes,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
Popol Vuh,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.