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 Japan and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
Joy Division,
Black Moon,
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Excepter,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Foxx,
Quando Quango,
Laurel Aitken,
The Techniques,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Terry,
The Smiths,
Dead Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
Ultravox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Terry Callier,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Eurythmics,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
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.