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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radiohead to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q65,
The Toasters,
10cc,
Sister Nancy,
Glenn Branca,
The Dead C,
Severed Heads,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Inner City,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MDC,
Camouflage,
Funky Four + One,
Qualms,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
Darondo,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
The Move,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slackers,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
Essential Logic,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
Eli Mardock,
Audionom,
Fela Kuti,
Roger Hodgson,
Television,
The Zeros,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
The Names,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.