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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Das Ding to the punk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
Echospace,
Flipper,
The Associates,
The Doors,
Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Modern Lovers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
Neil Young,
Brick,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sam Rivers,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
Malaria!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hashim,
Popol Vuh,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Royal Trux,
Blossom Toes,
The Slackers,
Wings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Mars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smiths,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moss Icon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Audionom,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.