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 Japan and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Skarface to the grunge 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
Lucky Dragons,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
Alison Limerick,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
Loose Ends,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zero Boys,
Urselle,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flipper,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Nico,
Eddi Front,
Ultimate Spinach,
Icehouse,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
Qualms,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
The Divine Comedy,
Ohio Players,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.