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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Urselle to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s 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 Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Skaos,
Crash Course in Science,
Pussy Galore,
Aural Exciters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
Hashim,
Eden Ahbez,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Birthday Party,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalo Schifrin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
Ossler,
Livin' Joy,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep,
The Gun Club,
Echospace,
Rakim,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lyres,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.