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 Bangladesh and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Technova to the crunk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
Joey Negro,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Copeland,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
Blake Baxter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Music Machine,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
Ronnie Foster,
Liliput,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
Urselle,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
Altered Images,
Grauzone,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Terry,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
The Barracudas,
Accadde A,
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.