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 Canada and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Black Dice to the electroclash 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visage,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
K-Klass,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
Panda Bear,
OOIOO,
The Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
Lyres,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
Franke,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
the Human League,
AZ,
Derrick Morgan,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blossom Toes,
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
Whodini,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
Adolescents,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.