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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Depeche Mode to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Lindisfarne,
Little Man,
Stiv Bators,
Wings,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ossler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
Glambeats Corp.,
Charles Mingus,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
Visage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7,
Kaleidoscope,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scientists,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
This Heat,
These Immortal Souls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
Moss Icon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free,
Make Up,
Audionom,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
Gong,
The Seeds,
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.