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 Moldova and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Simply Red,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Los Fastidios,
The Beau Brummels,
Lyres,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
Joe Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jawbox,
Faust,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fear,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
Cal Tjader,
The Techniques,
JFA,
The Martian,
MC5,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
Kaleidoscope,
the Germs,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Accadde A,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
Second Layer,
Matthew Bourne,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.