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 Belize and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 The Slackers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims,
Hoover,
CMW,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
Royal Trux,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
Severed Heads,
Jacques Brel,
The Mummies,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps,
Jeff Lynne,
Fela Kuti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
Groovy Waters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Panda Bear,
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
Minny Pops,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marcia Griffiths,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
Swans,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
Amazonics,
Moss Icon,
Al Stewart,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.