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 Grenada and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slits to the grunge 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
Cecil Taylor,
K-Klass,
Can,
Fear,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
Magazine,
Brick,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerri Chandler,
Hoover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Con Funk Shun,
Lungfish,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young,
Liliput,
The Wake,
X-Ray Spex,
Animal Collective,
Slick Rick,
Idris Muhammad,
The New Christs,
LL Cool J,
MC5,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators,
Archie Shepp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals,
Shoche,
Los Fastidios,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.