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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
10cc,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
Black Bananas,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Y Pants,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
Yusef Lateef,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
Ituana,
The Raincoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
Lakeside,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
One Last Wish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kayak,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
Unwound,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.