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 Germany and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Technova to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Godley & Creme,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
Morten Harket,
the Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
The Happenings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
Pantytec,
Faust,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
The Raincoats,
Television,
Tubeway Army,
Stereo Dub,
Prince Buster,
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi,
Young Marble Giants,
Accadde A,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
Tom Boy,
Sixth Finger,
Anakelly,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
The Searchers,
The Walker Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
Schoolly D,
The Count Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
Absolute Body Control,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
Angry Samoans,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.