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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Yaz to the electroclash 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
Pere Ubu,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
Ossler,
the Germs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Chrome,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rod Modell,
Wings,
Cluster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
The Motions,
Mars,
The Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
Das Ding,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
The Birthday Party,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxette,
Black Flag,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tubeway Army,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
The Count Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
Byron Stingily,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.