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 Netherlands and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Severed Heads 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Crime,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
Gichy Dan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
Lyres,
Soul II Soul,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Christie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
Flash Fearless,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ornette Coleman,
Stetsasonic,
Eurythmics,
Nico,
Sister Nancy,
John Holt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Associates,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
Niagra,
Outsiders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantytec,
Angry Samoans,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Dave Gahan,
Radiohead,
The Skatalites,
Don Cherry,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.