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 Monaco and from Houston.
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 Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 PIL to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
Lou Christie,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
Faust,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Germs,
Hoover,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Gong,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
Lalo Schifrin,
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon,
Blancmange,
Kayak,
The Human League,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suburban Knight,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
Donny Hathaway,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.