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 Comoros and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Barry Ungar to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
Tommy Roe,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-101,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
The Offenders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
Television Personalities,
The Kinks,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana,
The Trojans,
Q and Not U,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tom Boy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.