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 Switzerland and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Kinks to the grunge 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Subhumans,
Visage,
Blossom Toes,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
Jacob Miller,
Aloha Tigers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
The Mummies,
Lungfish,
10cc,
Susan Cadogan,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Essential Logic,
The Smiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
Crime,
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
the Association,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.