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 Senegal and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boredoms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
Cal Tjader,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
Gichy Dan,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
Black Pus,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
The Zeros,
The Pop Group,
Rites of Spring,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter and Kerry,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
Ossler,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Womack,
Goldenarms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
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.