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 Nicaragua and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Rufus Thomas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Qualms,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
The Busters,
Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Lucky Dragons,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
Bauhaus,
Cheater Slicks,
Crime,
Agent Orange,
Gichy Dan,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
Fad Gadget,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
Cymande,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
The Durutti Column,
The Remains,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
Faust,
Accadde A,
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Wings,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.