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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Magazine to the punk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Alton Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
Idris Muhammad,
Deepchord,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days,
Tom Boy,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ohio Players,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Hasil Adkins,
Rod Modell,
Skarface,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
Q65,
The Motions,
Banda Bassotti,
World's Most,
Nirvana,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
Brass Construction,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.