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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Misunderstood to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
X-102,
Deepchord,
Neil Young,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
Nico,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
Roger Hodgson,
Rosa Yemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fear,
Q and Not U,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
Shuggie Otis,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
Pagans,
Simply Red,
the Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
The New Christs,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
a-ha,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
Rekid,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Almond,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
Cymande,
Eve St. Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.