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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Electric Prunes to the punk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Inner City,
David McCallum,
Fear,
Buzzcocks,
Bluetip,
Toni Rubio,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
Tom Boy,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
Arcadia,
Adolescents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camberwell Now,
Yazoo,
The Velvet Underground,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
Arab on Radar,
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter,
The Searchers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
Section 25,
Mantronix,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
cv313,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
Make Up,
The Slits,
The Fortunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.