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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Camouflage to the crunk 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
the Swans,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sound Behaviour,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visage,
Wire,
Moby Grape,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Clarke,
Grauzone,
Jandek,
Joey Negro,
The Cramps,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
Anthony Braxton,
Q65,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.