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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Guru Guru to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-102,
Pole,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
The Sonics,
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
Surgeon,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fela Kuti,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Flag,
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
Chrome,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wire,
The Dead C,
Bush Tetras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rapeman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alison Limerick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nas,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Wake,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.