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 Haiti and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Don Cherry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
These Immortal Souls,
Agent Orange,
Hoover,
Public Enemy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pulsallama,
The New Christs,
The Move,
Das Ding,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
Interpol,
Derrick May,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dead Boys,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Radiopuhelimet,
The United States of America,
Alison Limerick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
Malaria!,
The Litter,
Henry Cow,
Black Flag,
Outsiders,
E-Dancer,
Joyce Sims,
The Durutti Column,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Pus,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
Ultra Naté,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Toasters,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.