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 Grenada and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Eddi Front to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
Essential Logic,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie,
The Gories,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brass Construction,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cowsills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roger Hodgson,
Buzzcocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Average White Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q65,
Jeff Mills,
cv313,
ABC,
Blossom Toes,
DNA,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
the Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
Black Moon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Interpol,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Evens,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
Lower 48,
Moebius,
Pagans,
Pussy Galore,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.