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 Turkey and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Accadde A,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
Lalann,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Flag,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
Outsiders,
the Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Suicide,
a-ha,
The Kinks,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Motorama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boz Scaggs,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Second Layer,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.