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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Essential Logic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
Scrapy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unwound,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
U.S. Maple,
Slick Rick,
The Buckinghams,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moby Grape,
Tears for Fears,
The Velvet Underground,
DNA,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cameo,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
The Sonics,
Subhumans,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
B.T. Express,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.