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 South Africa and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 The Pretty Things 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Smiths,
Lalann,
Skarface,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
The Standells,
Cymande,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
Pagans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
EPMD,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cameo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Talk Talk,
Bill Near,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Minor Threat,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Moon,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.