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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Spoonie Gee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
Y Pants,
John Cale,
the Normal,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
John Lydon,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
Nirvana,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Saints,
Chrome,
Eve St. Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Sixth Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
the Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.