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 Paraguay and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 The Zeros to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Franke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
the Association,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
Rotary Connection,
Howard Jones,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Charles Mingus,
Terry Callier,
Sex Pistols,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
The American Breed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skarface,
the Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moby Grape,
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blancmange,
The Sonics,
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.