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 Colombia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Soft Cell to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
X-102,
Susan Cadogan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes,
Section 25,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Tears for Fears,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Josef K,
Brick,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rosa Yemen,
Glenn Branca,
The Gun Club,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
Liliput,
Skarface,
Barry Ungar,
Ken Boothe,
Wire,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
A Certain Ratio,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
Wally Richardson,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.