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 Dominican Republic and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
Byron Stingily,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare,
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
Brass Construction,
Absolute Body Control,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
JFA,
Lower 48,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
Deakin,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
Theoretical Girls,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond,
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
Crime,
The Modern Lovers,
Tears for Fears,
Pylon,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Technova,
KRS-One,
The Names,
The Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
Eric Dolphy,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.