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 Poland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 PIL to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
X-102,
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
Fugazi,
the Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
Nils Olav,
Byron Stingily,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Style,
Yellowson,
Bootsy Collins,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare,
X-101,
Don Cherry,
John Lydon,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fat Boys,
Yaz,
Lalann,
The Red Krayola,
Second Layer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
Idris Muhammad,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
Can,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.