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 Congo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 PIL to the techno 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Alison Limerick,
New Age Steppers,
10cc,
Reagan Youth,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
The Divine Comedy,
Josef K,
Wire,
Accadde A,
The Vogues,
The Five Americans,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Womack,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
Fear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swell Maps,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
Letta Mbulu,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
The Busters,
Delta 5,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quantec,
Camberwell Now,
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funkadelic,
The Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Alphaville,
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.