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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Ituana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
Chrome,
Susan Cadogan,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
Sonic Youth,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantytec,
Metal Thangz,
Dennis Brown,
Index,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
Soulsonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
Minor Threat,
Scratch Acid,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
Scion,
Niagra,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scientists,
Suicide,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.