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 Croatia and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Moody Blues to the electroclash 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
Jimmy McGriff,
Young Marble Giants,
Flipper,
Darondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
Rites of Spring,
Hashim,
Gang Starr,
Mantronix,
Colin Newman,
Chrome,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
Janne Schatter,
Pere Ubu,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
Khruangbin,
Soft Machine,
The United States of America,
Babytalk,
The Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Bourne,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
Easy Going,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.