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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
Wings,
The Vogues,
Eli Mardock,
Babytalk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Basic Channel,
Scratch Acid,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters,
Arcadia,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
Average White Band,
The Fuzztones,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
X-101,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
Aswad,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Maurizio,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
New Order,
Lower 48,
Throbbing Gristle,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.