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 France and from New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Velvet Underground to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
Little Man,
Barrington Levy,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
Shoche,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
Inner City,
Tim Buckley,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Franke,
Deepchord,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aloha Tigers,
June Days,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alice Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
Smog,
Dark Day,
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs,
D'Angelo,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
Qualms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
John Foxx,
Fugazi,
MC5,
Ten City,
JFA,
Wire,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.