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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Livin' Joy to the rock 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brick,
Morten Harket,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
Technova,
Oblivians,
Television,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
John Cale,
The Residents,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
Black Moon,
cv313,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Excepter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dark Day,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.