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 Antigua and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter & Gordon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül,
Grauzone,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
Black Moon,
Siglo XX,
The Associates,
Severed Heads,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
The Fuzztones,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Enemy,
The Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Brass Construction,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed,
Smog,
Ituana,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
The Remains,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.