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 Iran and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lucky Dragons to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers,
UT,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
The Leaves,
Black Moon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pussy Galore,
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
Zapp,
The Martian,
David Bowie,
Swans,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
Subhumans,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
The Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Copeland,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
Fear,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Agent Orange,
Faust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.