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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Yazoo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
U.S. Maple,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
FM Einheit,
Kaleidoscope,
The Index,
The Slits,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ituana,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
a-ha,
The Human League,
Symarip,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Parry Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Model 500,
Agent Orange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra,
Man Parrish,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
Angry Samoans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monolake,
Danielle Patucci,
Aswad,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Coltrane,
Scrapy,
The Busters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bluetip,
The Motions,
Slave,
The Gories,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.