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 Gambia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the disco 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris Corsano,
Pantaleimon,
Ponytail,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
Boredoms,
Trumans Water,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
Bill Wells,
the Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Moon,
Eli Mardock,
Mantronix,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
Eddi Front,
Kaleidoscope,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw,
Audionom,
Suicide,
New Order,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
The Toasters,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.