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 Yemen and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Pole to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
Duran Duran,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Buckinghams,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
Little Man,
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
Icehouse,
Al Stewart,
Hot Snakes,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
Oneida,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
Rekid,
The Saints,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Red Krayola,
The Blues Magoos,
Babytalk,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
Silicon Teens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.