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 Jordan and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Black Pus to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
Swans,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Anakelly,
The Pretty Things,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
ABC,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
a-ha,
Deakin,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Mars,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronnie Foster,
Underground Resistance,
Unrelated Segments,
Inner City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Victims,
Ronan,
Aswad,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funkadelic,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.