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 Tajikistan and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Oneida to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
One Last Wish,
Joyce Sims,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
Organ,
Rod Modell,
Hashim,
These Immortal Souls,
Traffic Nightmare,
K-Klass,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
Malaria!,
Aaron Thompson,
June of 44,
The Blackbyrds,
Q65,
Henry Cow,
The Fugs,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispy Ambulance,
Royal Trux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang On A Can,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül,
Electric Light Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
T. Rex,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lungfish,
EPMD,
Clear Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.