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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Velvet Underground to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Ornette Coleman,
UT,
Camberwell Now,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suburban Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter,
Amazonics,
The Tremeloes,
Davy DMX,
Lungfish,
Gong,
Harpers Bizarre,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
Deadbeat,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
Infiniti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
The Index,
Glenn Branca,
Skaos,
Chrome,
Vainqueur,
James White and The Blacks,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.