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 Algeria and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Adolescents,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
Crime,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
The Index,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Supertramp,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Womack,
The Dave Clark Five,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Byron Stingily,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music,
Whodini,
Prince Buster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms,
Technova,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
The Fall,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.