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 Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Divine Comedy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moody Blues,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
PIL,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
The Zeros,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
Jacques Brel,
Audionom,
The Smiths,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Sheep,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.