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 Gambia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Crime to the disco 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalann,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA,
Q65,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
Lower 48,
Das Ding,
Ituana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
Bill Wells,
Pantaleimon,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
David Bowie,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
The Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
Black Moon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Age Steppers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
John Holt,
Joensuu 1685,
Rotary Connection,
Ohio Players,
Albert Ayler,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
Model 500,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
The Modern Lovers,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.