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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Fall to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Mars,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Groovy Waters,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Move,
Bauhaus,
Can,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
Nik Kershaw,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
Underground Resistance,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
Adolescents,
The Toasters,
Slave,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
The Motions,
The Busters,
Glambeats Corp.,
JFA,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.