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 Grenada and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
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 oboe 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 Los Fastidios to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
the Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Leonard Cohen,
Warsaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
Aswad,
the Germs,
David Axelrod,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
Lyres,
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
Davy DMX,
Television,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eurythmics,
Don Cherry,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Nils Olav,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.