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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Smog,
The Sonics,
Model 500,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
Wings,
Hardrive,
The Cure,
Lyres,
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Nik Kershaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sugar Minott,
Malaria!,
The Vogues,
Albert Ayler,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
Fad Gadget,
Cal Tjader,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
Deepchord,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
The Buckinghams,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
The Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
X-101,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.