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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Seeds to the punk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
Iggy Pop,
Donald Byrd,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
These Immortal Souls,
Infiniti,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Shoche,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
the Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gun Club,
DJ Style,
Visage,
Harmonia,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül,
Barrington Levy,
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
Intrusion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Golliwogs,
Hardrive,
Aural Exciters,
Cymande,
The Fire Engines,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.