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 Grenada 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Fear to the grime 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Scion,
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter,
Rapeman,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
Procol Harum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
Babytalk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fortunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
Animal Collective,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
CMW,
T.S.O.L.,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
Whodini,
Sister Nancy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band,
Subhumans,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nirvana,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
Grauzone,
L. Decosne,
PIL,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
ABBA,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.