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 Korea South and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Piero Umiliani,
Pere Ubu,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
the Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
Outsiders,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
The Grass Roots,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
Loose Ends,
Half Japanese,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moebius,
Idris Muhammad,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
Wire,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Sherman,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Technova,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fugazi,
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.