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 Grenada and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Japan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Pylon,
Q and Not U,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mantronix,
The Kinks,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
Q65,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants,
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
Neil Young,
DJ Sneak,
Mars,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
Joensuu 1685,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barry Ungar,
10cc,
Scrapy,
Fear,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Supertramp,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABBA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nico,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.