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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heaven 17,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
Yellowson,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harmonia,
Television,
The Raincoats,
Nico,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang of Four,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Organ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Adolescents,
The Pretty Things,
The Dead C,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.