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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Flipper to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Quantec,
Robert Hood,
Lower 48,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
Nirvana,
The Sound,
The Happenings,
Terry Callier,
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Finger,
Chrome,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
Stockholm Monsters,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Model 500,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
Stetsasonic,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
Rekid,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
Von Mondo,
E-Dancer,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
X-101,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.