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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Moebius to the jazz 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Deadbeat,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shoche,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig,
New Age Steppers,
The Residents,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
Lungfish,
H. Thieme,
Skaos,
The Slits,
Joy Division,
Franke,
Tubeway Army,
Danielle Patucci,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Morten Harket,
Grey Daturas,
Erasure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swell Maps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skarface,
Drexciya,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
Henry Cow,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.