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 Belgium and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Happenings 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angry Samoans,
The Invisible,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
June Days,
Neu!,
Jerry's Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
Jawbox,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gun Club,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
Bill Near,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
cv313,
Television,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Banda Bassotti,
The Tremeloes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Los Fastidios,
Newcleus,
Rites of Spring,
Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
Niagra,
Stetsasonic,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
Index,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.