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 Micronesia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
John Cale,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
Cymande,
Jeff Lynne,
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Althea and Donna,
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
Mission of Burma,
Bush Tetras,
June Days,
Magma,
Subhumans,
Erykah Badu,
The Martian,
Monolake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare,
Jerry's Kids,
Scrapy,
Wire,
Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
Altered Images,
48th St. Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Moon,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
Wings,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soulsonic Force,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.