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 Ireland and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Black Flag to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
AZ,
Rekid,
the Human League,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Evens,
LL Cool J,
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
Alice Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anakelly,
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scrapy,
The Count Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marmalade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
Severed Heads,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moss Icon,
Metal Thangz,
The Cure,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.