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 Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash 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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Scan 7,
MC5,
Saccharine Trust,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
Moss Icon,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
Niagra,
kango's stein massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
Peter and Kerry,
The Techniques,
The Martian,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Sherman,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
June Days,
Khruangbin,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Television,
Janne Schatter,
The Mojo Men,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
Lalann,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
Scientists,
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Organ,
The Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suicide,
UT,
Michelle Simonal,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.