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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 The Sonics to the electroclash 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jawbox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
Bob Dylan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Black Moon,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Remains,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David McCallum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
JFA,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
The Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Order,
Shuggie Otis,
The Star Department,
Porter Ricks,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
Loose Ends,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.