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 United Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic,
New York Dolls,
Tom Boy,
Gong,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
The Velvet Underground,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
The Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
JFA,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quando Quango,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barbara Tucker,
Anthony Braxton,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Darondo,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masters at Work,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
Rotary Connection,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.