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 New Zealand and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dual Sessions to the jazz 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
E-Dancer,
B.T. Express,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arcadia,
Vladislav Delay,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
Blake Baxter,
Rosa Yemen,
Alton Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Groovy Waters,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
The Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
Lalann,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
Delon & Dalcan,
Howard Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
Zapp,
Sam Rivers,
Barbara Tucker,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
Reagan Youth,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.