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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Grey Daturas to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Foxx,
Essential Logic,
Joyce Sims,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick May,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultra Naté,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Association,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
Iggy Pop,
Anthony Braxton,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid,
Zero Boys,
Simply Red,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABC,
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Severed Heads,
The Raincoats,
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Connie Case,
Matthew Bourne,
The Litter,
10cc,
Blancmange,
The Motions,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flipper,
JFA,
Smog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.