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 Belize and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Black Pus to the punk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Smooth,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
Marine Girls,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
Barry Ungar,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Copeland,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
June of 44,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
Nils Olav,
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Monolake,
Skaos,
Albert Ayler,
Theoretical Girls,
Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Qualms,
Siglo XX,
Warren Ellis,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.