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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Human League to the jazz 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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?
The Gladiators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Human League,
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hasil Adkins,
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
Oblivians,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
L. Decosne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
Neil Young,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
Arab on Radar,
Ossler,
The J.B.'s,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boredoms,
Donny Hathaway,
Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Heaven 17,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders,
The Moody Blues,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
Tubeway Army,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul II Soul,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Audionom,
the Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.