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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 This Heat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Gichy Dan,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moleskins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
The Velvet Underground,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
Grauzone,
Magma,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
The Remains,
Outsiders,
Japan,
Yellowson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
Bootsy Collins,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crash Course in Science,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Desert Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
Chrome,
Dennis Brown,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
Saccharine Trust,
Wasted Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Sarah Menescal,
Magazine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.