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 Yemen and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Audionom,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
Fear,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
Skaos,
Dead Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Blancmange,
The Gap Band,
Sparks,
World's Most,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
The Victims,
Bronski Beat,
Outsiders,
Qualms,
Reuben Wilson,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
The Leaves,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler,
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station,
Adolescents,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.