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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 KRS-One to the disco 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Buzzcocks,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
OOIOO,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
Erasure,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Icehouse,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
Reagan Youth,
Ohio Players,
The Stooges,
Second Layer,
Bluetip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
Television,
Sight & Sound,
The Smiths,
The Mojo Men,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
Joy Division,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
UT,
Kas Product,
Josef K,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter and Kerry,
Banda Bassotti,
China Crisis,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
R.M.O.,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.