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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Surgeon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Alphaville,
Neu!,
Malaria!,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Circle Jerks,
Ossler,
The Residents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rekid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Human League,
Section 25,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
Bad Manners,
June Days,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oneida,
Fatback Band,
Scrapy,
The Barracudas,
Chris & Cosey,
Clear Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Easy Going,
Liliput,
DJ Sneak,
Lower 48,
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red,
The Offenders,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vladislav Delay,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed,
Bronski Beat,
Motorama,
Kerri Chandler,
Grey Daturas,
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.