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 France and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
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 snare 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 Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Smiths,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
Oblivians,
Scientists,
Alphaville,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
CMW,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacob Miller,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reagan Youth,
Index,
Ultravox,
Darondo,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Almond,
Boredoms,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
Grauzone,
Minny Pops,
Mission of Burma,
Bob Dylan,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
The Names,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fortunes,
Ohio Players,
Quando Quango,
Procol Harum,
The American Breed,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
the Slits,
Urselle,
Derrick Morgan,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.