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 Armenia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yellowson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
The United States of America,
Rapeman,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
The Angels of Light,
Agent Orange,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
Josef K,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Young Marble Giants,
Kayak,
Oblivians,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
Ten City,
Lungfish,
Icehouse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
Dawn Penn,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Dolphy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
The Busters,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.