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 Finland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Make Up to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sex Pistols,
Jawbox,
The Gun Club,
Black Sheep,
June of 44,
Lalann,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Technova,
Cymande,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton,
Deepchord,
Motorama,
Lightning Bolt,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
Prince Buster,
Nas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Average White Band,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wings,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.