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 Singapore and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
This Heat,
OOIOO,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Procol Harum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
Blossom Toes,
Pole,
Ice-T,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jawbox,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
Mad Mike,
The Motions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zero Boys,
the Germs,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q and Not U,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.