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 the UAE and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
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 chamberlin 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grunge 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
Crime,
Lalann,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
Black Flag,
Cameo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Interpol,
Aural Exciters,
Pylon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
Soft Machine,
Thompson Twins,
The Divine Comedy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Pierre Henry,
Slick Rick,
Mr. Review,
Barbara Tucker,
Lower 48,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.