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 Tajikistan and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Anakelly to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
Cybotron,
Spoonie Gee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
Marmalade,
Eric Dolphy,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
Soulsonic Force,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
Average White Band,
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
Scientists,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
Scratch Acid,
Bob Dylan,
The Victims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mark Hollis,
Ronan,
Skaos,
John Holt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.