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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Trumans Water to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Jandek,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Newcleus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
Barry Ungar,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Letta Mbulu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
Nik Kershaw,
The Real Kids,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pole,
Maleditus Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
Magma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
The Neon Judgement,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
Jawbox,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.