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 Costa Rica and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
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 snare 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
JFA,
Infiniti,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Womack,
The Fall,
Stiv Bators,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Basic Channel,
Lakeside,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
the Swans,
The Sound,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
Wings,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ten City,
Hoover,
Boredoms,
Eric Copeland,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.