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 Honduras and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Supertramp,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Pantaleimon,
Unwound,
Alison Limerick,
Mission of Burma,
ABBA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Halsall,
Motorama,
Freddie Wadling,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Germs,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Livin' Joy,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Section 25,
Kenny Larkin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.