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 Malaysia and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Bush Tetras to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Rakim,
The Move,
The United States of America,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Womack,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
Kool Moe Dee,
PIL,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
Joensuu 1685,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
The Invisible,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q65,
Bob Dylan,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
Skarface,
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Babytalk,
Spandau Ballet,
Zapp,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
Brand Nubian,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
Mad Mike,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.