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 Spain and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
Scrapy,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
Reagan Youth,
Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Nirvana,
The Smiths,
The Misunderstood,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
Unrelated Segments,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Pantaleimon,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
Guru Guru,
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
Babytalk,
Parry Music,
Slave,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
Rapeman,
Q and Not U,
Skarface,
Franke,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
the Human League,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.