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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Don Cherry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cure,
Unrelated Segments,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gun Club,
Scientists,
Gang of Four,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalann,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Simply Red,
Crispian St. Peters,
Piero Umiliani,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Toasters,
Fugazi,
Warren Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
Vladislav Delay,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
The Cramps,
Glenn Branca,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
Smog,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül II,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.