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 Malta and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Eddi Front to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Slave,
Peter and Kerry,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
the Germs,
Lightning Bolt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
Little Man,
Althea and Donna,
Rekid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dead Boys,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chrome,
Black Moon,
Bluetip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Babytalk,
Pulsallama,
The Cramps,
The Monks,
Mantronix,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket,
The Walker Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
The Slackers,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
Rufus Thomas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy Collins,
Aloha Tigers,
Swell Maps,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.