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 Mongolia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jandek to the rock 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Graham Central Station,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars,
Neu!,
DNA,
Guru Guru,
Radio Birdman,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalann,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Letta Mbulu,
The Invisible,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
The Durutti Column,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Litter,
Black Flag,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
a-ha,
Yazoo,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
James White and The Blacks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
Erasure,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
Magazine,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.