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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alphaville to the punk 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jawbox,
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wire,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
John Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
T.S.O.L.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ponytail,
Rufus Thomas,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gun Club,
Derrick Morgan,
Erasure,
Sex Pistols,
the Fania All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Scion,
Arcadia,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.