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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Qualms to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Popol Vuh,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Tom Boy,
Black Flag,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scan 7,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Christie,
Oblivians,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
Chrome,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q65,
Thee Headcoats,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers,
CMW,
Kas Product,
the Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
Monolake,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, 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.