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 Azerbaijan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
Young Marble Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiohead,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
the Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
UT,
The Barracudas,
Guru Guru,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Inner City,
World's Most,
Japan,
Slick Rick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alphaville,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moody Blues,
Audionom,
Rekid,
The Black Dice,
Subhumans,
Organ,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fugs,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.