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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 The Evens to the dance 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Soul II Soul,
Pierre Henry,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bluetip,
Zapp,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
Isaac Hayes,
Organ,
Tom Boy,
David McCallum,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Talk Talk,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
The Five Americans,
Boredoms,
Nas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Make Up,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
Faraquet,
DJ Sneak,
Accadde A,
Donny Hathaway,
Easy Going,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
UT,
Royal Trux,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.