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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
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 Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
The Five Americans,
Second Layer,
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams,
Howard Jones,
Easy Going,
Popol Vuh,
Aaron Thompson,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
The Selecter,
Barrington Levy,
Colin Newman,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül,
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Wire,
Tom Boy,
X-102,
Motorama,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
Sight & Sound,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Charles Mingus,
The Human League,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul II Soul,
T. Rex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.