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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
Albert Ayler,
Heaven 17,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
Glenn Branca,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
Wings,
Andrew Hill,
Duran Duran,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
Danielle Patucci,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Misunderstood,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hardrive,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
Cluster,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
This Heat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
Scientists,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siglo XX,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
Wire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Wake,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.