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 Burkina and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Theoretical Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
Fear,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
MC5,
The Cramps,
Albert Ayler,
R.M.O.,
The Happenings,
Buzzcocks,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
Technova,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Marine Girls,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Misunderstood,
Royal Trux,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pretty Things,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Lydon,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy,
Yaz,
Rapeman,
Kurtis Blow,
Babytalk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.