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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Joy Division to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers,
U.S. Maple,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Y Pants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skriet,
Tubeway Army,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
The Birthday Party,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fluxion,
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
PIL,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks,
The Martian,
Inner City,
CMW,
The Smiths,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
Hashim,
The Saints,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
Bob Dylan,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band,
Ponytail,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
Guru Guru,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.