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 Peru and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gun Club to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
The Moody Blues,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fall,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
Intrusion,
The Barracudas,
Marine Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mojo Men,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
Brass Construction,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry's Kids,
Subhumans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
The New Christs,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Names,
Joe Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Fraelich,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tim Buckley,
Wally Richardson,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.