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 Palau and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 CMW to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Spandau Ballet,
Faust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy Collins,
Lindisfarne,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
The Index,
KRS-One,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ituana,
Pere Ubu,
Half Japanese,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Outsiders,
Sam Rivers,
Wasted Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anakelly,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
Basic Channel,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
Mandrill,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
Juan Atkins,
Clear Light,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
The Blues Magoos,
Ten City,
Gong,
Swans,
The Sound,
Whodini,
Maleditus Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tom Boy,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.