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 Denmark and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Searchers to the grunge 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
The Vogues,
Sex Pistols,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sound,
Mantronix,
Patti Smith,
Al Stewart,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
UT,
Nico,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Symarip,
Ituana,
Darondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Subhumans,
ABC,
Minor Threat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ten City,
Cybotron,
The Move,
Suicide,
B.T. Express,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
The Selecter,
Newcleus,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.