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 Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bad Manners to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
H. Thieme,
Duran Duran,
Babytalk,
Black Bananas,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minnie Riperton,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian,
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Erasure,
Anthony Braxton,
the Bar-Kays,
In Retrospect,
Simply Red,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
Crime,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
Brick,
Janne Schatter,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Albert Ayler,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.