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 Libya and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Excepter,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Byrd,
Quantec,
Q and Not U,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
F. McDonald,
Niagra,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monolake,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Green,
Ronnie Foster,
Goldenarms,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Main Source,
Can,
Index,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Mantronix,
Jerry's Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Sparks,
Bluetip,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Juan Atkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.