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 Togo and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monolake,
Moebius,
Scientists,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faust,
UT,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product,
Eden Ahbez,
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
Barclay James Harvest,
One Last Wish,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
The Slackers,
Deadbeat,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
This Heat,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
The Cure,
Television Personalities,
Cheater Slicks,
June Days,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
Guru Guru,
Arthur Verocai,
Dorothy Ashby,
Accadde A,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.