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 Albania and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Vladislav Delay,
Prince Buster,
Eddi Front,
Ten City,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
Boredoms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Inner City,
Nas,
Animal Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
Flipper,
Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks,
Ronnie Foster,
LL Cool J,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
The Cure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
Jacob Miller,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
Ludus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.