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 Kiribati and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
Swell Maps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
U.S. Maple,
Tommy Roe,
JFA,
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
Rotary Connection,
Television Personalities,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall,
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Barracudas,
Qualms,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood,
Sparks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
Negative Approach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MC5,
Roxette,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
LL Cool J,
Liliput,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
The Sound,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.