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 San Marino and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Red Krayola to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
KRS-One,
The Blackbyrds,
Blancmange,
Dawn Penn,
The Golliwogs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
Pagans,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
China Crisis,
Surgeon,
Glenn Branca,
Jawbox,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oneida,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
Eden Ahbez,
Don Cherry,
Kas Product,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
Mantronix,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
Jacob Miller,
Tim Buckley,
The Buckinghams,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scientists,
The American Breed,
Amazonics,
Sonic Youth,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.