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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 The Neon Judgement to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
Sandy B,
Underground Resistance,
Black Sheep,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
Jawbox,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
The New Christs,
Bobby Womack,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fire Engines,
Monolake,
cv313,
Television,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
The Stooges,
Index,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unwound,
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
Whodini,
John Cale,
The Names,
Essential Logic,
Interpol,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.