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 Marshall Islands and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Glenn Branca to the electroclash 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Sonic Youth,
the Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
X-102,
Television Personalities,
Minny Pops,
Scan 7,
Aswad,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wire,
Nas,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Model 500,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fear,
Brand Nubian,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
The Stooges,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.