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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Happenings to the electroclash 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
Bluetip,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Association,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
The New Christs,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fela Kuti,
Tommy Roe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
Althea and Donna,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
Von Mondo,
Jandek,
The Gap Band,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
MC5,
Brick,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
Wolf Eyes,
Pulsallama,
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.