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 Congo and from London.
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 Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Cell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
Mark Hollis,
Rites of Spring,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxette,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
Rosa Yemen,
John Cale,
F. McDonald,
World's Most,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
Wasted Youth,
Morten Harket,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Eli Mardock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Ice-T,
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Audionom,
Sonny Sharrock,
Average White Band,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
Iggy Pop,
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
Television,
Erasure,
Black Moon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hardrive,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.