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 Tunisia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Darondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Enemy,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
Lower 48,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
Television,
Sun City Girls,
Skarface,
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick May,
Bobby Womack,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
Depeche Mode,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
Barry Ungar,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Young Rascals,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
Ronan,
Visage,
PIL,
Niagra,
10cc,
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
Deakin,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.