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 Georgia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Normal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid,
The Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
OOIOO,
June of 44,
Liliput,
John Lydon,
Television Personalities,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
Brand Nubian,
John Cale,
The Searchers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
The Martian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav,
Guru Guru,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tears for Fears,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
The Buckinghams,
Glenn Branca,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
Camouflage,
F. McDonald,
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
Peter & Gordon,
Reagan Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Womack,
Rod Modell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.