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 Iraq 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Adolescents to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
Swans,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
Oblivians,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
X-Ray Spex,
Model 500,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product,
Grauzone,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Reagan Youth,
Desert Stars,
The Star Department,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Tres Demented,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
New Order,
Parry Music,
ABC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
Skaos,
Max Romeo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pole,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soulsonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
Sällskapet,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.