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 Colombia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
T.S.O.L.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Susan Cadogan,
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Circle Jerks,
Josef K,
Harmonia,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shuggie Otis,
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken,
John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Boredoms,
Althea and Donna,
The Mojo Men,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
the Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
Henry Cow,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Masters at Work,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Outsiders,
Crime,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec,
Drexciya,
the Germs,
Parry Music,
The Dead C,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.