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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Public Image Ltd. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick May,
Surgeon,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
Ten City,
The Gap Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
Metal Thangz,
Average White Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
Mars,
Guru Guru,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cramps,
The Gories,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.