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 Lebanon and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
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 spring reverb 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 Grey Daturas to the dance 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Beau Brummels,
The Selecter,
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Qualms,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-102,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Gichy Dan,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
New York Dolls,
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
Gong,
Jerry's Kids,
Scan 7,
Infiniti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
Radiohead,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
Brick,
Mandrill,
The Neon Judgement,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Human League,
Nils Olav,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.