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 Korea North and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Dirtbombs to the techno 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
Patti Smith,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc,
The Leaves,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
the Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
Section 25,
Barry Ungar,
Newcleus,
T. Rex,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eurythmics,
Arab on Radar,
Lucky Dragons,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
The Move,
The Mojo Men,
Ohio Players,
Panda Bear,
Maleditus Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
Ken Boothe,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amazonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.