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 Sierra Leone and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Bauhaus,
Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
Nik Kershaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
This Heat,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
Country Teasers,
John Lydon,
E-Dancer,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
Anakelly,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Massinfluence,
Blake Baxter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terry Callier,
Mad Mike,
Bang On A Can,
Von Mondo,
Yaz,
June of 44,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.