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 Belgium and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grey Daturas,
World's Most,
One Last Wish,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
Clear Light,
The Grass Roots,
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
The Index,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deakin,
Hashim,
Man Parrish,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
the Germs,
Fear,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
Jeff Mills,
Marvin Gaye,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
Excepter,
The Star Department,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
Section 25,
Judy Mowatt,
The Happenings,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
Motorama,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Procol Harum,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.