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 Chad and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Amazonics to the punk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
Lyres,
DJ Sneak,
Fugazi,
cv313,
The Vogues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aloha Tigers,
Faraquet,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Gang Starr,
Fad Gadget,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slave,
Fear,
Maurizio,
Massinfluence,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flipper,
The American Breed,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monks,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
Cybotron,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultravox,
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.