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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Morten Harket to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Theoretical Girls,
Unwound,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
The United States of America,
Reagan Youth,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
The Doors,
Lou Christie,
Hoover,
Section 25,
The Motions,
Bronski Beat,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Enemy,
Zapp,
The Moleskins,
Cybotron,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
Terry Callier,
Visage,
Black Moon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
Model 500,
Fad Gadget,
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster,
Wings,
Lakeside,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantaleimon,
Crime,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
Joensuu 1685,
Tim Buckley,
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Soft Cell,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.