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 Djibouti and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Darondo to the rock 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
These Immortal Souls,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
Jandek,
The Martian,
The Blues Magoos,
Juan Atkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
Faraquet,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
Moebius,
The Leaves,
Cecil Taylor,
Con Funk Shun,
Desert Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
Panda Bear,
Mantronix,
Bad Manners,
The Motions,
Das Ding,
Agent Orange,
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Section 25,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.