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 Germany and from Jakarta.
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 Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Remains to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bluetip,
Alison Limerick,
Dawn Penn,
Sun City Girls,
Aural Exciters,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
World's Most,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
Can,
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
Khruangbin,
New Order,
DJ Style,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Enemy,
Joy Division,
Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
Moby Grape,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scion,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
Dual Sessions,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.