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 Peru and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Josef K to the jazz 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
Bush Tetras,
The Martian,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
Liliput,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Theoretical Girls,
Bad Manners,
cv313,
Echospace,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
Darondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacques Brel,
Visage,
Suicide,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
The Victims,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
Don Cherry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
John Foxx,
10cc,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
the Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.