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 Montenegro and from London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Youth Brigade to the rock 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
EPMD,
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
The Move,
JFA,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stockholm Monsters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Searchers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
Aural Exciters,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül II,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.