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 Brazil and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 The Toasters to the dance 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Juan Atkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
the Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ossler,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Groovy Waters,
Nik Kershaw,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
Nico,
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
Pantytec,
The Monks,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yellowson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pole,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.