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 Norway and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Ornette Coleman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '70s.
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 Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
Scion,
Ituana,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
The Evens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neu!,
Sällskapet,
Fela Kuti,
Maleditus Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lakeside,
The Residents,
B.T. Express,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
The Angels of Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
Sugar Minott,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
Jacob Miller,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
Soft Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
Bluetip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marine Girls,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.