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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Throbbing Gristle to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Young Rascals,
Jandek,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül,
Howard Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dave Gahan,
The Durutti Column,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grey Daturas,
Au Pairs,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
Panda Bear,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Underground Resistance,
Harpers Bizarre,
cv313,
Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.