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 Tehran.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Chrome to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
Rufus Thomas,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
Derrick May,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
Rites of Spring,
Brick,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
Sparks,
China Crisis,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yaz,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Theoretical Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Clear Light,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.