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 Angola and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Scion,
Sex Pistols,
Wasted Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flash Fearless,
Swell Maps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
Hashim,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
The Durutti Column,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
The Cure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alton Ellis,
Agitation Free,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Symarip,
Essential Logic,
One Last Wish,
The Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
Television,
Rufus Thomas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
JFA,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
Bang On A Can,
ABBA,
Aswad,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.