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 Morocco and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
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 linndrum 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 Shuggie Otis to the funk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Invisible,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fugs,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
The Shadows of Knight,
Desert Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
Archie Shepp,
The Names,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
Roger Hodgson,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
Bobby Sherman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yellowson,
ABC,
Iggy Pop,
Roxette,
Los Fastidios,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
Brick,
the Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.