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 Greece and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Alison Limerick to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
David McCallum,
Interpol,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
Bronski Beat,
The Sound,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
Aloha Tigers,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Oneida,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
The Red Krayola,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
The Cure,
Shuggie Otis,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.