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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 The Detroit Cobras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
Bill Near,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Funkadelic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole,
Absolute Body Control,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Copeland,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders,
Surgeon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yaz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
Warsaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fortunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Susan Cadogan,
Hot Snakes,
Agitation Free,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Enemy,
The Walker Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Unwound,
Quantec,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Can,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.