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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Joyce Sims,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
JFA,
Roxette,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
Thompson Twins,
The Tremeloes,
Sparks,
Idris Muhammad,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
The Busters,
Scrapy,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Human League,
Magazine,
Radiohead,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faraquet,
Dead Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warren Ellis,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.