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 Afghanistan and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Magma to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
The Martian,
Minutemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
The Vogues,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warren Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
Skriet,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
Chris & Cosey,
Pole,
Gregory Isaacs,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
The Busters,
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minor Threat,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans,
The Gap Band,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
Lakeside,
Interpol,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
New Order,
Lungfish,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
The Fall,
Smog,
Pantytec,
Sight & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Dead Boys,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
The Index,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.