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 Uganda and from London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Sonic Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerri Chandler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
Fad Gadget,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Foxx,
CMW,
Lower 48,
Skriet,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
The Blackbyrds,
Camouflage,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
Can,
Ponytail,
The Doors,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Aswad,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
Janne Schatter,
Smog,
T.S.O.L.,
Neu!,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.