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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Reuben Wilson to the grunge 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deadbeat,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Procol Harum,
Blancmange,
Eurythmics,
The Pop Group,
The Real Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
Alphaville,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Buckinghams,
Niagra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs,
Ronnie Foster,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
Sound Behaviour,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
In Retrospect,
Lakeside,
Khruangbin,
H. Thieme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DNA,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals,
The Saints,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
Anakelly,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.