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 Zimbabwe and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funky Four + One to the electroclash 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes,
The Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Visage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Index,
The Motions,
Tres Demented,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Smooth,
Average White Band,
Charles Mingus,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
Connie Case,
Simply Red,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
Freddie Wadling,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Minutemen,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
Lakeside,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Organ,
The Red Krayola,
Drive Like Jehu,
DNA,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Subhumans,
Sight & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
John Holt,
The Cramps,
Essential Logic,
Franke,
Janne Schatter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.