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 Iceland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
Shoche,
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monolake,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
Unwound,
Camberwell Now,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
EPMD,
Eli Mardock,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
Buzzcocks,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Finger,
Fugazi,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
Black Bananas,
the Association,
Sparks,
Eurythmics,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
Suicide,
Eric Copeland,
Lungfish,
Motorama,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nico,
The Martian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.