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 Portugal and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Byron Stingily to the rock 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat,
Excepter,
Jandek,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
T. Rex,
Heaven 17,
OOIOO,
The Raincoats,
Lindisfarne,
Nils Olav,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
Minny Pops,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
L. Decosne,
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-102,
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Teasers,
Circle Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Vladislav Delay,
Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Smog,
Idris Muhammad,
Pulsallama,
Scrapy,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lyres,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.