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 Iceland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 AZ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Dennis Brown,
Eddi Front,
Schoolly D,
Shoche,
Deakin,
Grauzone,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Move,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drexciya,
ABBA,
Groovy Waters,
Gichy Dan,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
Guru Guru,
Wally Richardson,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
Dual Sessions,
The Motions,
The Cure,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
Pussy Galore,
John Lydon,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
Brick,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
China Crisis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Al Stewart,
The Birthday Party,
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.