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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Stetsasonic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ponytail,
Scion,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Michelle Simonal,
Cal Tjader,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
The Fall,
Thompson Twins,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonic Youth,
The Human League,
ABC,
Amazonics,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Groovy Waters,
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
The Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
Rapeman,
Blossom Toes,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.