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 Gambia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
K-Klass,
China Crisis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
The Red Krayola,
Excepter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Trumans Water,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker,
Reagan Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
June of 44,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-101,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalann,
Deepchord,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Move,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
Saccharine Trust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.