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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Steve Hackett to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
Sex Pistols,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
Basic Channel,
The Walker Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
John Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
Slave,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
Deakin,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
The Stooges,
Black Sheep,
Main Source,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
Adolescents,
Archie Shepp,
Jacob Miller,
One Last Wish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Au Pairs,
Mo-Dettes,
Spoonie Gee,
Hoover,
the Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.