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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 New Order to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Moleskins,
The Residents,
The Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio,
Fela Kuti,
The Stooges,
Michelle Simonal,
Josef K,
Black Flag,
Hot Snakes,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dead C,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Tubeway Army,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Easy Going,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
One Last Wish,
The Offenders,
Deadbeat,
Blake Baxter,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Excepter,
Nas,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
Organ,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Sneak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
Glenn Branca,
H. Thieme,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.