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 Armenia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Flash Fearless to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Banda Bassotti,
Donny Hathaway,
Pussy Galore,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slick Rick,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare,
Joe Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry's Kids,
Scion,
Ice-T,
The Angels of Light,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Interpol,
The Victims,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Normal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Henry Cow,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hashim,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.