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 Monaco and from London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boredoms to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
Toni Rubio,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
Hoover,
the Human League,
The Wake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
Rapeman,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
The Blues Magoos,
Motorama,
X-102,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Zero Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Q65,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moebius,
Japan,
JFA,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
Brick,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide,
Fugazi,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
the Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
Vainqueur,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.