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 Nauru and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 PIL to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Accadde A,
Bobby Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Funky Four + One,
The United States of America,
Aaron Thompson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dead C,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
Nirvana,
Talk Talk,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
Y Pants,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
Moebius,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
Cal Tjader,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Neon Judgement,
Franke,
Drexciya,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Supertramp,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.