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 Argentina and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Marc Almond to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Crime,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
The Fuzztones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
48th St. Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
D'Angelo,
Essential Logic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
David McCallum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Infiniti,
Jawbox,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Easy Going,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.