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 Tonga and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Ten City,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tres Demented,
Chris & Cosey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sarah Menescal,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
a-ha,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
Sandy B,
Chris Corsano,
Judy Mowatt,
Drexciya,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donald Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
The Mummies,
the Association,
Gang Green,
Main Source,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
Severed Heads,
Pharoah Sanders,
Royal Trux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
The Monks,
The Victims,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.