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 Grenada and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Talk Talk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Mars,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
Niagra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nirvana,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
Symarip,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The New Christs,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
Skaos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
Bob Dylan,
Pylon,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock,
The Smiths,
a-ha,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.