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 Germany and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camberwell Now to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gun Club,
World's Most,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hot Snakes,
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gladiators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
Scrapy,
Simply Red,
Leonard Cohen,
The American Breed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
Pole,
Quantec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
Rites of Spring,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
Matthew Bourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.