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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Buzzcocks to the rap 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Clear Light,
Mr. Review,
Bob Dylan,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
The Toasters,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
Duran Duran,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marcia Griffiths,
World's Most,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liliput,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
Ohio Players,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
Gerry Rafferty,
Qualms,
The Five Americans,
Subhumans,
Todd Rundgren,
Connie Case,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
Althea and Donna,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Altered Images,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.