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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 the Soft Cell to the grunge 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
10cc,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Das Ding,
The Standells,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers,
The Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The United States of America,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
Chrome,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Christie,
Slave,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flash Fearless,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shuggie Otis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.