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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Dead Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
Surgeon,
John Coltrane,
The Vogues,
JFA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
Amazonics,
Wire,
Can,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
Technova,
Outsiders,
Pantytec,
DNA,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Oblivians,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Martian,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Crash Course in Science,
Saccharine Trust,
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Skatalites,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
Goldenarms,
Archie Shepp,
Babytalk,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.