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 Turkmenistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Mo-Dettes to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Gladiators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Detroit Cobras,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
D'Angelo,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moebius,
X-101,
Symarip,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dirtbombs,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Michelle Simonal,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pylon,
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
Freddie Wadling,
Prince Buster,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
Joe Finger,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
Zapp,
Depeche Mode,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
Outsiders,
Icehouse,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
Hasil Adkins,
China Crisis,
Model 500,
New Order,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.