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 Thailand and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dave Gahan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
The Divine Comedy,
World's Most,
The Busters,
Index,
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fugs,
Ossler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
Interpol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
a-ha,
The United States of America,
Nik Kershaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cecil Taylor,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
The Moleskins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
Boz Scaggs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
Television,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
Public Enemy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.