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 Tuvalu and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Faust to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Fugs,
Warsaw,
Index,
Anakelly,
The J.B.'s,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
Ituana,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minnie Riperton,
Nirvana,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Simply Red,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Audionom,
Fat Boys,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fuzztones,
Funkadelic,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultimate Spinach,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
Lakeside,
Shoche,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
Moebius,
Kaleidoscope,
Animal Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
Soft Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.