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 Belgium and from New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Pierre Henry to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
John Lydon,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
Sun City Girls,
Blossom Toes,
The Buckinghams,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
Godley & Creme,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Duran Duran,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Swans,
Cluster,
Quadrant,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
Boz Scaggs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
Porter Ricks,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
Sam Rivers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.