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 Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Mr. Review to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
a-ha,
The Barracudas,
Pagans,
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
Skriet,
Stiv Bators,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
ABC,
CMW,
Moebius,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
X-Ray Spex,
The Trojans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Magazine,
Kenny Larkin,
Jawbox,
Jacques Brel,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
Sparks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
AZ,
Deakin,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
Sister Nancy,
Idris Muhammad,
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
Cameo,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moleskins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.