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 Peru and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Wolf Eyes to the rock 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
Lindisfarne,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mojo Men,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
The Wake,
Tommy Roe,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Desert Stars,
Oblivians,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Faraquet,
James White and The Blacks,
PIL,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
Mars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
The Zeros,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
Motorama,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.