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 France and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
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 snare 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 The Flesh Eaters 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
Black Sheep,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
Whodini,
Ultra Naté,
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Accadde A,
Motorama,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rosa Yemen,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flipper,
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
Rapeman,
X-102,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tom Boy,
Quando Quango,
Index,
The Toasters,
Kerri Chandler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Bananas,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Five Americans,
Sällskapet,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
The Zeros,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
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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.