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 Philippines and from New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lungfish to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
The Pop Group,
AZ,
Bill Near,
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Dolphy,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Underground Resistance,
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boredoms,
The Real Kids,
The Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
Robert Görl,
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
Peter & Gordon,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül II,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
Pylon,
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.