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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
Magazine,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minutemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
Intrusion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
Crooked Eye,
La Düsseldorf,
Arthur Verocai,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Absolute Body Control,
Boogie Down Productions,
a-ha,
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig,
ABBA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Vogues,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Youth Brigade,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Maurizio,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.