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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Subhumans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultravox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
Spandau Ballet,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Howard Jones,
F. McDonald,
Cheater Slicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
The Saints,
The Skatalites,
Rod Modell,
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amazonics,
Fat Boys,
JFA,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The J.B.'s,
Intrusion,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
Anthony Braxton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.