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 Mexico and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Visage to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gong,
Dark Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Little Man,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
China Crisis,
Glenn Branca,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
CMW,
Black Flag,
Pagans,
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
Darondo,
Lou Christie,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
Radiohead,
Minnie Riperton,
the Normal,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sällskapet,
Magazine,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
Pantytec,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
Negative Approach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Qualms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
Anakelly,
Audionom,
David McCallum,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.