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 Swaziland and from New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 United States of America to the electroclash 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Q65,
Howard Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
China Crisis,
Yaz,
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
Mars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
The Fall,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harry Pussy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Litter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
Zapp,
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Leaves,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.