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 Peru 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Heaven 17 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
OOIOO,
10cc,
Fela Kuti,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visage,
Darondo,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
T.S.O.L.,
Neu!,
The Victims,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure,
Nirvana,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fat Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
the Human League,
Japan,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.