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 Togo and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
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 sitar 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 Heaven 17 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Pretty Things,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Darondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gories,
Los Fastidios,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
Organ,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Graham Central Station,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
Massinfluence,
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners,
Sixth Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television Personalities,
The Cowsills,
R.M.O.,
Derrick May,
Bang On A Can,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cal Tjader,
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Don Cherry,
Deepchord,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
Jandek,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.